<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Yoko1.jpg)</div><em>Yoko Yamagi<br/>August 4th 1966<br/>On The USS Triton<br/>Stateroom</em><br/><br/>Yoko gently took Holland's hand when the other woman comfort her, the asian giving it a small squeeze in thanks. She watched the situation unfold before her, still angry and determined inside, but too scared to say anything else. She had no idea what this man would do. Hit her again harder? Put her in a cage too? Throw her off the sub and into the ocean? Anything seemed to be possible at this point. It was like some kind of waking nightmare. And how dare the captain insinuate that they were all useless, that just because they chose or could not join the military that they had no useful skills or purpose in life. He didn't even know them, for one thing. Even the rich can have a lot riding on their shoulders. What about their fathers and mothers? So much to live up to, so much pressure. Not that Captain Nemo here would accept that.<br/><br/>She watched him cut off Ophelia's clothes with a look of shock and horror. Is this what it was going to be like? Ophelia definitely wasn't going to be alone in the lawsuit when they returned to dry land. Though she resolved to simply follow orders for now, when things returned to normal there would be hell to pay for Captain Nemo. He'd never even so much as see a boat again. That, however, was after. Right now... they were in his domain. All she could do was step forward and quietly take her work assignment like the rest of them.