She liked the captain; not enough of her respect could be partitioned for the bastard standing next to him. Covering for his ass, Danielle? How unlikely of you, she scolded herself. Are you inviting him on a date now? The captain poked at the Lieutenant's ribs, causing him to flinch. Danielle couldn't help but smirk at the genuine pain. Black eye. Pain in the ribs. Much definitely a fighter. What did he do to garner those lasting bruises?<br/><br/>Danielle smiled at the captain's remark towards her name. He could have just been acting polite, in respect to the politeness she shown to Tristyn. "Really. That would be fantastic," Danielle said in response to the captain's willingness to take a picture. Another poke at Tristyn's ribs and his genuine annoyance in the painful gesture was threatening to turn arrogant smirks into sour grins. She readied her camera and took a shot. In the frame, the captain was smiling, his teeth glinting like the insignias on his uniform. Tristyn was smiling, but indeed, he wasn't ready for the first shot. "Once more, please."<br/><br/>Danielle listened to the captain's interest in the magazine's interest in Fleet Week. "That would be wonderful, Sir," she said through clenched teeth. She didn't want to be on a tour with this guy any more than he did. It is a date, set up by the captain himself, she thought. "I'll be here bright and early for the tour, Sir. Can I get one more photo, for good measure?" She readied her camera once more, aimed at the sailor and his superior, zoomed in a bit, and pressed the shutter, capturing a rather good photo. "Thank you, Sir." With a bow of her head she was gone, turning on her heel and walking briskly towards the gangway. She paused before descending down to turn around and look at the Lieutenant. Well, he does owe me for those pictures, she thought, turning back for the gangway and walking down towards the dock.