"This is a military Vessel of the United States Military. All technology, Classified Data and Operation Procedures are restricted to Registered Navy Personnel." En stated, rather bluntly, almost automatically. Then she fluttered in place for a moment before adding. "I'd be happy to do up the paper work, but you'll need approval from someone with the rank of Captain.....I can tour you through non important areas and provide basic information to non commissioned with approval."
"Don't worry about that...I can hook you up later." Mulvric smiled. "Didn't I mention....I'm a Fleet Admiral. Perk of of the repair job I did."
"Our Original ship psychiatrist hasn't reported in for...." En paused, a blank expressed on her face. ".....Sorry, the record is corrupted. Long enough to be considered MIA relative to today. Our current doctor is not a psychiatrist, but she can treat injury and illness. If you wish, I'll ask her to give you an exam."
En, for her part, paid no attention to Rhea....leaving no obvious sign she knew the spirit was there or not.
"Nonono....Artificial doesn't mean fake. It refers to things that don't naturally occur!" En answer. "Like Gee Gee cleaning her room."
"Or like Ange making a good joke." Mercer added.
"Or Grey Ghost showing up to briefings on time." Added Mulvric.
Ange fumed silently.
"We can get you cleaned up and changed into better clothes once everything is squared away." En smiled. "....and maybe get rid of those shackles if you want......just don't bleed on my emitters or I'll turn red and scare the kids the next time they visit."