INT – night – the cramped quarters of Kat, the battalion Legal Officer.
Kat sits at her desk, leaning back in her chair, reading, door open.
Allonia steps up to the door.
Allonia walks in and sits down, dressed in a red sort-of ship’s uniform. It’s sharp-looking, professional-ish, covers and protects well, but also shows off her curves well.
Kat: (nodding and smiling in approval) Looks good on you.
Allonia: Thanks. I thought everyone else was in uniform, well, except Helton, so I should make something for myself.
Kat: You made that?
Allonia: (a dismissive shrug of “yes, of course”) I couldn’t find anything locally I liked.
Kat: Very nice. But I’d avoid red uniforms. Color looks nice on you, but it’s considered bad luck on starships.
Kat: … Something on your mind?
Allonia: How do you do it?
Kat looks at her, expression asking for further clarification.
Allonia: Put up with them all the time? I mean, they are all nice enough, but it seems like they are ALWAYS watching me, every move I make.
Kat: Men are like that.
Allonia: So, how do you do it? I mean, I know you’re an officer, so I’m sure that helps, but-
Kat: Didn’t used to, all that much… The trick is to remember that men are simple creatures, so you need to keep the rules simple.
Allonia: Even wearing my normal cloths doesn’t help, and wearing this today attracted a LOT of attention.
Kat: I can imagine. But it really IS pretty simple. Three rules. One-don’t play games. Two-don’t put up with ANY bullshit. Three, you are already doing.
Allonia: But I don’t play games!
Kat: No, not overtly. I like that. So do they. But I’d bet that just about every guy on board thinks he’s got a chance to make it with you- you are not obviously off-limits or taken with any particular person. Sooo…
Allonia: But that’s ridiculous!
Kat: That’s young men. You are young, healthy, smart, honest, hardworking, reliable, a great cook, available, and genuinely nice. Anyone that doesn’t notice you needs a psych eval. They pay attention, you don’t make it clear you are NOT interested, so they think that maybe you are, then.
Allonia: … Oh… What’s three?
Kat: Be worth it. We all have our hang-ups and personal quirks. Bring enough to any relationship, private AND professional, that you are worth whatever they have to put up with. I don’t think you’ll have a problem with that – you are short on issues and long on talent. Which ensures even MORE attention.
Allonia: Thanks. I guess.
Kat: If they get too forward, make it clear their advances are not welcome. Don’t be mean – just be absolutely clear that unwanted attention or bad behavior will not be tolerated. And, right or wrong, until you ARE clearly attached, expect them to be polite, DEMAND that they be respectful, but don’t expect them to change. A billion years of biology doesn’t do an about face just because a damsel finds it annoying. Likely a good thing for the species, but… I know what you mean.
Allonia: So… you…?
Kat: Married 22 years. Once that happens, seniors like Lag and Harbin make sure harassment is a non-issue, at least with uniform personnel.
Allonia: But I don’t WANT to get married! At least, not right now!
Kat: Understandable. Until then, three rules. Makes things better, not perfect.
Allonia: OK. Thanks.
Allonia gets up and steps toward the door.
Kat: Allonia? Same cut, different color, and you have a winner. Make one for Quinn when you’re done, if you have time. Little guy would LOVE it. G’night.
Later that night in Kat’s cabin
Kat leans back at her desk, and sits thoughtfully for a moment or two. She hits a screen in front of her, it lights up. She pushes the MESSAGE icon, sits back.
Kat: Message encrypted level four. Send to Senator Sharmer on Adoni. Message: Lag is recruiting and training for ship-board duty, and appears to be making local contacts. Nothing further at this time. Out. Send.
A confirmation message confirming message being sent appears on the screen, then it blanks. She leans back, and closes her eyes.
The camera view pulls outside her door, where Quinn stands silently, surprise and curiosity on his face.
Fade to black