Sarah looks blasé as the sister points her weapon at her.  She sighs slightly. "Sister Erica, I'm sure you're an excelent young lady, and a comfort to the good captain here.  But you mustn't point that weapon in my direction.  Arresting a Navy captain without a medical review, a mutiny, or an order from a superior officer would be a court martial offense.  I'm quite certain Captain Harlock is merely joking."<br/><br/>She pauses a log moment, then says.  "An order to see my credentials, however, is perfectly reasonable... And quite legal.  Let me send for them."<br/><br/>She pulls her hand up slowly, and Voxes her ship. The reply takes a few minutes, but a Servitor returns from the ship with the newly minted documents certifying one 'Sarah J Smithe' as Captain of the Aquairre.  A picture of Sarah, looking preoccupied, but otherwise identical to the woman in Harlock's office, is attached.<br/><br/>Inwardly, Sarah praises the Tau's efficency.  Outwardly, she remains coldly polite.  "I hope that satisfies you, Captain?  I'm sorry my haste offended you.  In no way did I mean to offend you otherwise.  I'm sorry to have troubled you.  Good day sir."<br/><br/>Rising, she strides back out onto the bridge, and heads for the armored hatch.