[The absence of the Admiral is worrisome, but if there are passengers who are filling in for him while he's out of commission...

If she runs across any pseudo-Admirals who are especially obnoxious, at least now there's someone she can punch for the comas.

Cheered by the thought, she huffed out a quiet laugh as she folded her arms along the edge of the bartop and leaned in, shaking her head.]

We can't take that boy out anywhere, can we? Still, Tig in trunks...that would have been fun to see. [Unless...she suddenly makes a vaguely horrified face.]

They weren't the...banana hammock ones, were they? [Please say no, Venus, please say no...]