<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Officers mass, Captains table : Eating dinner</strong></div><br/>"Yes Admiral."  She remained quite after that, not trusting herself to speak any further.  No matter what he said she would never call him by Kol, Alexander, Alex or any other informal way of addressing him; it was within her right to do so to.  If she where to be honest with herself, she knew she should have kept quite, and not even responded to his words.  But he had made her sound like some kind of villain for wanting an investigation, assuming, and than announcing that she didn't trust the woman's ability in mechanics when no such words had ever escaped her mouth.  There was almost nothing she hated more than others assuming her feelings or thoughts.  The fact that he had been right about her dislike of the idea of not doing a full investigation didn't mean anything because she hadn't said it.<br/><br/>She had to concentrate on smoothing out her face of all negative emotions, she wasn't a child therefor didn't want it to seem like she was sulking.<br/><br/>This "plan" he wanted to hash out with her, would probably not satisfy her; but than again she wasn't new to the Navy and so wasn't new to the idea of being dissatisfied, not that she had ever uttered her dissatisfaction.  She even remained quite when he didn't respect her enough to call her by her proper address, instead calling her Fielding.<br/><br/>Looking back down at her food, she took a small bite, not feeling in the least bit hungry any more, and instead wishing this meal was over so she could go out and smoke alone for the rest of the night.  Her anger keeping her up, even if she was tired.  She did make the conscious effort to eat though, it would after all be her last decent meal for a long time, and there was a number of people who had gone to great lengths to cook it for them; she wouldn't let their efforts go to waste.