A glass arrived on the bar before Lewis with a definite thud, masking the squeal of steel as the chair to his left grated across the ground. A moment later a woman still dressed in civilian attire, though something about the way she carried herself indicated she was anything but, settled into the seat. She waved the bartended over.
"Brandy please. One, Sir."She held up a single finger to reinforce the point.
It was only then that she seemed to notice the officer next to her, instantly straightening in her seat. Her fists edged halfway to her knees before she remembered that the Bar was most certainly not a saluting area. She glanced at his rank insignia, eyebrows knitting together.
"Sorry Sir, am I in the wrong place?" Inwardly, she cursed her lack of observation. No doubt she'd missed the signs for the Other Ranks Bar. Eating amongst Officers hadn't been standard procedure for Privates in the Marine Corps, and Jane Hartman didn't intend to kick off her Naval career with such a routine mistake. A little early to start thinking of it as a career. You haven't even made recruit yet. she reminded herself.
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