[On her desk, she has several paper copy maps of the ship!  They're at a high level, showing general areas, but getting one would be very useful to someone new to the vessel like your character.  In fact, here's the map now!<br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3d/Talon.jpg)<br/><br/>Maybe she wouldn't mind parting with one?]<br/><br/>The Chief smiled, just a bit, but something that hinted at her smile being blinding if she used it at a higher level.  "It's nice to meet you, too.  You're sure a walking weapons platform, Nova.  The Colonel already forwarded me your status."  She tapped a tablet computer on her desk.  "You can keep your weapons and three clips each, and I'll just hold the rest of your ammo for you, though I would like to wand in your RFID chips, just to get them in my database."  She picked up a small scanner and ran it over all the weapons and the armor, though about six inches up from them.  It beeped several times, indicating it had gathered data from the small tranmitter tags on each piece of equipment.  "I'm pretty sure that grenade round needs to stay with me, though the Colonel didn't actually mention it..."  There was no anger or recrimination in her voice, just a pleasant suggestion, the way most senior NCOs spoke to young officers normally.<br/><br/>"These -do- look like you take good care of them, but if you have problems over what you can handle, just let me know.  And, the range is a sim-range.  We've got instrumentation we can hang on your weapon to give the range the right characteristics, and the computer evaluates your performance.  It's not much, but that's what we've got."  She shrugged a bit, though the small but efficient-looking workshop behind her made the first point the Chief had made seem plausible.<br/><br/>The other woman lowered her voice a bit.  "So, ma'am, what kind of doctor goes about this heavily armed?"  She smiled, a sort of conspiratorial thing, and then added, a bit more quietly, "And moves like a dancer when she walks?"<br/><br/>