date another sailor?'
'As long as you're that sailor, Jen.' Paul drew himself up to attention, rendering a precise salute. 'Request permission to proceed on duties assigned, Ensign Shen.'
She shook her head at the professionally-rendered but facetious request, then grinned. 'As if you need permission from me, or anyone else, to go where your duty leads you. But thanks for asking anyway.' Jen returned the salute. 'Permission granted, Ensign Sinclair.'
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