<strong>Alex Macauley</strong><br/><br/>Macauley reached down and offered her a hand, eyes meeting hers.  His face was impassive, but there was more than a flicker of compassion there.<br/><br/>"Miss Prescott, right?  Miss Prescott, can we talk for a bit in my stateroom?"  His voice was light, but his expression made it clear this was not a request.