It’s 2:15 AM, she stands on watch on the outside part of the ships bridge. She’s using the binoculars and night vision to keep watch. She’s looking around, wiping the sweat off her forehead and yawning. She hears footsteps behind her, she turns and sees you. Not knowing your rank because of the darkness she goes to attention and speaks. “Good evening!” she’d eye you up and down, trying to figure out who you were.
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