Laura had thought she’d been prepared for dealing with the admiral after reading her file. Apparently she had been dead wrong. Almost immediately after the discussion had begun the Lt’s cheeks had started heating up and turning bright red. Between having the admiral’s chest practically shoved into her face and the onslaught of teasing innuendos the intelligence officer’s brain was overloaded. Had this been some kind of cartoon smoke would’ve been coming from ear. By the time the captain had turned to apologize for the admiral’s behavior Laura’s brain had all but shut down and she was flying on autopilot. “It, it is alright captain. No need to apologize.” Her voice was stiff, formal, and monotone, almost robotic as she answered him while her cheeks remained bright red.