Admiral Andrews also had to deal with one 'Dragonmoon'. He wasn't in the mood for being polite, what with the vet having not arrived to get rid of the mangy dog that had wandered in earlier.
'So... yer name's... what? Dragonmoon?!
Did your mother not love you, or is that a pet name yer boyfriend gave you, buddy? Let me get this very straight, this isn't the Liberty Navy, sailor.'
Admiral Andrews, of course, had little patience for poofters or people with crazy hippy mothers. They'd probably waste good ships. He leaned back in his seat, awaiting a good explanation.