MacReady nodded.  "Sir, I admit, ever since I received the orders to report to the<em>McNair</em>, I was...puzzled.  A bafflement that only intensified and finally sank in when I actually saw the ship herself."  More coffee.  Followed by more talking.  "I confess that this was not what I had envisioned when I was told that I was being promoted to First Officer aboard another ship.  I had pictured an<em>Akira</em>-class, a<em>Yeager</em>, or even..."<br/><br/>Another wry smile.  "...a<em>Prometheus</em>.  Just for a moment, but I allowed myself that."  A long, slow breath.  "But then I get my orders, and I arrive here, to find that I'm being stationed onboard a<em>Nova</em>.  Now, no offense meant to you, or the<em>McNair</em>, or anyone aboard her, but I think Starfleet made a mistake."<br/><br/>He indicated the Captain's PADD on the desk.  "Sir, I know that you've read my record, and the things I've done in it.  So what I am about to tell you should be no surprise to you.  I am a soldier, not a scientist.  And while<em>Nova</em>s are fine ships...it is a science vessel.  Not a warship."  This last part was said with no prejudice, or disdain, or lack of respect in his tone, sounding completely matter of fact.<br/><br/>"I don't think I belong here, Captain."