"Thank you Ms. ...  Effingham? I'm sure I'll be able to stock up from stores without imposing on you." She turned and followed Texas through the shoals to the docks. She looked at the slips and chose the one that was the most obstructed from outside view to dock in. Automated clamps and umbilicals secured her hull and attached for restocking. She sighed and sagged against the bridge as the nano materials started to flow, refilling her depleted bunkers. She wasted no time directing the new materials about her hull, repairing the extensive damage she had suffered. She had almost completely depleted her stocks keeping herself sea worthy and used the last few to cover up the rest of the damage. She didn't need her new fleet mates asking uncomfortable questions.  As fast as the nano-material flowed into her bunkers she used it, putting a far larger drain on stocks than otherwise would be expected for a ship of her size. Given that they wouldn't be returning she reconfigured some of her internal spaces to accommodate more material. Once she was fully functional again, full, and restocked with missiles and torpedoes she undocked and backed away, following the path Texas had showed her.<br/><br/>"Savannah, restocked and prepared to depart," she declared over the local network.