"Thank you Marks," he said sincerely, "I think that was the most collected I have seen a first timer in battle and on top of that you were a damn good shooter." He looked at her eye again, "that should heal nicely...you night have a bit of a scar but it shouldn't be too bad.  It adds character."  He flipped a few switches to run diagnostics on the internal workings of the ship which all seemed relatively undamaged.  "We have a breech on the hull which can only be repaired from the outside...space suits, no gravity, the whole nine yards...think you're up for it?" he asked.  Normally this was not something he would ask of a new recruit but he had seen the way she had looked at the engine and how she had handled herself in battle. He believed with a little spit and polish it wouldn't be long until she was second in command.  Of course he wouldn't tell her that sense he didn't want her getting a big head besides he would be out there with her so what could go wrong? ((gtg for the night be back in the morning =D))