Admiral's Quarters, Locks Engaged.<br/><br/>Kol nodded at her explanation, though his face did not change. "Be that as it may, you are currently refusing an order from a superior officer. Now, remove your garments."<br/><br/>He paused, looking at her face. "I know what happened to the world you grew up on, and, frankly, you're right. However, I still need to check, for one simple reason. Just because they told you something does not make it true."<br/><br/>He frowned again, thinking of a time when he had seen an eight year old child, a bullet-hole bored through the little girl's forehead, and the child was positively Covered with Psi-implants. "Now, either remove your clothes, or I will be forced to remove them for you, and at the moment, I'm not feeling gentle, or generous."