"Yeah, it is."  Macauley shrugged, smiling a very little bit.  "But the bad thing about a submarine is also the good thing about a submarine.  We all sink or swim together.  So I've got what you might call a very personal interest in making sure you get home."<br/><br/>He flushed a bit as she played with her dress, watching her breasts bob enticingly against the thin fabric, and closed his eyes for a moment.  Damn it, was she trying to tempt him, or did she really have no idea what her body could do?  Hell, if he'd seen this girl ashore he'd have made a serious play for her, never mind weeks into a patrol with no women at all.  And that comment about sleeping arrangements- what the Hell!?  Macauley cleared his throat with an effort.<br/><br/>"Well, I think the first step is to get you to change clothes."  He pulled a blue jumpsuit out of his roommate's locker- thank God he bunked with Shorty- and tossed it to her.  "I'll wait outside, give you some privacy.  Then we'll get you set up in storage, and since the Skipper is going to make you work for your supper I'll show you around the Intel center."  Hell, might as well see if she had a sense of humor.  "I don't suppose you speak Russian, do you?"