Kris enjoyed half of her cigarette before allowing her senses to return to her surroundings, her cigarette breaks where always the happiest parts of her day and she was damned if anyone would take it away from her.  When she heard the call for attention she closed her eyes shut in irritation.  Turning around she her features changed from irritation to relief that it was only the Air Group Commander Hyral, her frequent yet erratic smoking buddy.<br/><br/>"<strong>How does the day find you today Kris?...Or prefer the commander until day's end?</strong>"<br/><br/>She waved the question away and took her seat, neatly crossing her legs so that no one would get a scandalous view of what her uniform barely held secret.<br/><br/>"Kris is fine, but even when we are on duty it's Captain, not Commander.  Commander makes me sound like some over polished stuffed and starched shirt."  She smiled wryly at that and took a drag from her cig.<br/><br/>"I have the feeling that with this new Admiral we're going to have less time to smoke.  Especially since we're about to pitch head first into battle."  It was a pity actually, the stress from being in combat coupled with the fact that she'll have less nicotine in her system will make for a rather cranky officer.<br/><br/>"I can almost pity anyone who will be on duty with me...almost."<br/><br/>