of your four squadron bosses." "It is an apology," Denisov admitted quietly as more laughter and singing erupted from the Oracle gulch. "Accepted," Lacroix smiled, "but now's not the time for ceremonies and shinny medals. I'd rather we dealt with this after the assault on the enemy capital ship. I presume that's what's coming next, sir?" The look Denisov gave her confirmed her suspicions. He ordered a drink from the steward behind the bar before standing up and resting a paternal hand on Lacroix's shoulder. "Go and get some sleep, Elle." Lacroix nodded, finished her drink and then stood up. She flashed a grateful smile to Denisov before pacing over to the far gulch, throwing a subtly provocative swing into her hips as she passed the other occupants of the bar, dragging their eyes after her. "...and the funny thing is," Cavouri grinned, hugely animated as he finished off his story, unaware of Lacroix's approach, "it wasn't even my hamster!" Lacroix stared daggers briefly at the dive bomber girl sat with her boys before folding her arms and shooting a piercing gaze at Vazquez. "Senior Pilot," she hissed aggressively, "a word, please. My office." She turned her back without waiting for him and paced out of the bar. The two of them were doing an awfully good job of convincing the world that they hated each other, and probably both needed a distraction from the pain of losing another good friend. Embarked Carrier Wing Main Briefing Room RWS Indomitable It