<strong>Eloise Monot</strong><br/><br/>Eloise ignored the captain’s compliment about her beauty, she wasn’t really looking for that sort of remarks from the man who had treated her and her friends so brutally. She was glad when he returned to a more business-like tone and explained her duties. She frowned slightly at the idea of taking notes of all his meetings and being privy to so much confidential information. She was hardly an expert on military conventions, but surely a civilian like herself wasn’t supposed to be given access to all that stuff? Still, the captain had made it very clear whose ship this was, so he probably could get away with anything he wanted on board of his submarine.<br/><br/>She accepted the notebook and pen in silence. She nodded in silence to his news of the doctor’s imminent arrival. Did he suggest she take over part of his responsibility? This was getting increasingly weird. She was a young woman with next to no professional experience, let alone military experience, yet he would allow her to assume some of his responsibilities? She knew better than to argue with the man by then.<strong>“Whatever you say, captain.”</strong>She kept the tone of her reply as neutral as possible. All she could think of was a desire to be out of his presence as soon as possible. In a way, this friendly demeanor was even more creepy, just because she had seen the man’s real face only moments earlier. If the façade was meant to put her more at ease, it had the opposite effect. There was a part of her that expected the mask to fall off at any minute and then having to go through the kind of treatment Ophelia endured.<br/>