<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Officers mass, Captains table : Eating dinner</strong></div><br/>As the salad was placed in front of them, she was forced to look down slightly for a moment to hide her blush at the reminder that they had to set an example for the lower ranking officers.  If only they knew the sort of thoughts that played inside her head, than no one would accuse her of being a proper example for any one.<br/><br/>"<strong>I agree that this ship and her crew could be the best in the navy,  but it would need a lot of work done.  But you seem so sure that you could work them into shape, so I'm not worried.</strong>"  Lifting her fork to her mouth, she looks at the Admiral.<br/><br/>"<strong>What shake up?  I haven't heard of any accident's.</strong>"