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Fletcher has more experience
with propulsion systems.

But Carstairs is better
with people.

Considering this is
a supervisory position

I'd go with her.

I guess you're right.

Didn't we just do crew
evaluation reports?

Three months ago.

Seems like three weeks.

Why don't we just
give everybody a promotion

and call it a night...
Commander?

Fine with me... Captain.

Could we have two coffees,
please?

What could be so funny?

I mean, what's so funny
about crew evaluations?

Don't worry about it, Sam.

Can't we just try
and have a good time here?

How can I have a good time
when my career is being decided

across the room?

Come on. Think promotion.

Promotion, promotion,
promotion, promotion...

You can't really believe
that what you're doing

will influence the outcome
of your evaluation.

Promotion, promotion...

It's a time-honored strategy,
Taurik.

The vedeks of the Janalan
Order maintain

a round-the-clock chant

for the benefit
of the Bajoran people.

Considering the history
of your planet

that doesn't exactly validate
what he's doing.

Promote me, please

so I can make Lieutenant
and have my own room.

If you are unhappy
sharing quarters with me

then you should put in
for a new room assignment...

just in case
you're not promoted.

I've been thinking
about who to promote to Ops.

The new night duty officer?

Mm-hmm.
Lavelle is an obvious candidate

but I'm also
considering Ensign Sito.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You sure about dessert?

Yes, don't tempt me.

So, are they working
on crew evaluations?

Yep.

Who are they talking about?

It's not my place to say.

Come on, Ben.

Please.

All right, but I'm not sure
you two are going to like it.

Apparently, you two are up
for the same job.

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the Starship Enterprise.

Its continuing mission...

to explore strange new worlds

to seek out new life
and new civilizations

to boldly go
where no one has gone before.

Lock phasers on target.

Phasers locked.

The enemy is firing.

Helm, hard to starboard.

Hard to starboard.

Fire phasers.

Firing.

Target is destroyed.

End simulation sequence.
Secure from drill.

Alpha shift,
your response time

was seven percent slower
than the gamma shift.

All departments,
submit drill evaluation reports

by 0900 hours.

Ensign, you'll write
that report.

Yes, sir.

What happened back there,
Ensign?

I'm sorry, sir.

When we changed course

I had to relock phasers
before I could fire.

Next time, try letting
the locking relay float

until the actual order
to fire is given.

They may not teach that trick
at the Academy, but it works.

Thank you, sir.

Lavelle.

Sir?

Resume previous course
and speed.

Aye, aye, sir.

One "aye" is sufficient,
acknowledgment, Ensign.

Helm, change course for the
Argaya system, maximum warp.

Aye, sir.

What happened to the rendezvous
with the Clement?

I've received new orders
from Starfleet.

We'll discuss it
in the observation lounge.

Mr. Data, Mr. Worf.

Ensign Sito, take over at Ops.

Yes, sir.

The Argaya system's close
to the Cardassian border.

I wonder why we're going there.

How would you like
to be a spider

under that table?

What?

A spider under the table.

Is that like a fly on the wall?

I guess so.

You did really well
during the drill.

Well, apparently
Commander Riker didn't think so.

I swear he's got it in for me.

You're imagining things.

Yeah? Then how come
you're sitting in that chair

instead of me?

I guess he figured

I needed more practice
than you do.

Excuse me, sir.

Do you have a minute?

Sure, Taurik.
What is it?

I'd like you to take
a look at something.

Have you been
improvising again, Ensign?

In a manner of speaking.

I'm running
a computer simulation

to test a new warp-field
configuration.

You got a problem here.

Your plasma flow to the nacelles
is out of sync.

Actually, sir,
that was done deliberately.

As you can see,
this configuration

has increased
overall warp-field integrity

by seven percent.

You're right.

Dr. Nils Diaz
has been experimenting

with this technique

at the Tanaline
Propulsion Laboratory.

Yeah, I'm familiar
with his work

but I never heard
anything about this.

His findings have not
been released yet.

I was able to review
a preliminary report

when I was at the Academy.

I look forward to reading it.

I predict that when these
findings are made public

they will become a new model
for warp-field operations.

Sounds interesting.

With your permission, sir

I'd like to begin tests
to see if the technique

can be adapted
to our warp drive.

There might be variables
that you didn't account for.

I was quite thorough.

I'm sure you were,
but I'd still need

to see your simulation
before I authorize any tests.

As you wish.

If you have any other ideas
for increasing efficiency

don't hesitate
to run them by me.

As a matter of fact, sir, I do.

When would be a good time
to discuss them?

I'll get back to you on that.

Hmm.

Excuse me, Doctor.

If you're wondering
about the evaluations

things couldn't be better.

Actually, I just wanted
to tell you

that Ensign Reilly's condition
is showing improvement

but thank you.

In fact, I'm recommending you
for a promotion.

How does "Lieutenant
Alyssa Ogawa" sound?

It sounds wonderful.

I'll talk to Commander Riker

and I'm sure it'll be official

as soon as the current
crew evaluations are over.

Oh, Alyssa...

how are things going between
you and Lieutenant Powell?

Fine... I think.

You think?

I'm sure it's nothing,
but he seems preoccupied lately.

Last night,
he had to cancel our date.

I see.

He's been putting together
a research proposal.

He's been really busy with it.

Well, I know what that's like.

Sometimes I get so busy
with research, I forget to eat.

I just wonder...

What? Sit down.

I've never met
anyone like Andrew.

It's as though we've known
each other forever.

You do seem very well suited.

But... I know

that in the beginning
of a romance

it's possible to be
a little blind.

I'm not sure
I know what you mean.

Well... canceling
a date like that...

the way he's been
so distant lately...

Doctor, do you think
those could be warning signs

that he's losing interest?

Alyssa, I think
you're overreacting.

Maybe so.

If I cared about someone
as much as you care about Andrew

he'd have to do a lot more
than cancel a date

before I'd get suspicious.

You're right.

I'm sure
that when this research is over

things will be back
just the way they were.

Except, of course,
that he'll have to deal

with Lieutenant Ogawa.

Hmm.

I only filled in at Ops
for a half hour

but I had to degauss
the main deflector dish

recalibrate the navigation grid

and use internal sensors
to find a lost puppy.

Ops is a very different
challenge from Tactical.

I can't figure out
why I'm even being considered

for this assignment.

I'm a security officer.

I recommended you.

I'll try not to let you down,
sir.

What could they
be talking about?

Have you ever considered
learning to lip-read?

You think Worf's
chewing her out?

No, he always looks like that.

Maybe he's giving her pointers
on how to land the Ops position.

Hi, Will.

Ben.

How you doing?

You call him Will?

Why not?

He's second-in-command
of this ship, that's why not.

I'm not Starfleet;
I'm a civilian.

When he's in here, he wants
to be treated like a civilian.

Riker? I bet he sleeps
in his uniform.

You only think that
because he's your CO.

If you got to know him...

Right.

He's convinced Commander Riker
doesn't like him.

Why? Did you crash the ship
into something?

No, he just doesn't like me.

He doesn't even know you.

That's right.
You should go talk to him.

About what?

Perhaps something
you have in common.

He likes jazz, poker,
he's Canadian...

Yeah?

My grandfather was from Canada.

There you go.

Hi.

Excuse me.

I got to go talk to somebody.

Good evening, sir.

Lavelle.

Something I can do for you?

No, sir, I just came
to get another drink.

Is there something wrong
with that one?

No. Actually, I...

What are you having?

Trakian ale.

Good choice.
I'll have one, too.

My grandfather was Canadian,
you know.

Really?

Aren't you one, too?

A grandfather?

No. Canadian, sir.
Canadian.

No, I grew up in Alaska.

Oh. Well... they both...
get a lot of snow.

Yeah.

It was good talking to you, sir.

Yeah.

Your ale, Ensign...

We're holding position
in the Argaya system.

Anything?

No, sir, I detect no vessels
in the vicinity.

How close

to the Cardassian border are we?

Less than 5,000 kilometers, sir.

Sir, I'm detecting an object
five meters in length.

It appears to be an escape pod.

They must have been forced
to abandon the ship.

How far inside Cardassian space
is it?

50,000 kilometers.

How the hell are we going
to get it out of there?

Sir, the pod's life-support
system is failing.

Notify, Dr. Crusher.

Can we get
within transporter range

without crossing
into Cardassian territory?

We would need to boost the gain

in the confinement beam
by at least seven percent.

Mr. La Forge?

I'm on it, Captain.

There, try that.

The pod is still too far away.

Okay, I'm going to try
augmenting the frequency spread.

Bioreadings indicate
passengers humanoid.

Attempting life-form
identification.

No one told you to do that,
Ensign.

Let's just get them
aboard safely.

There, that should do it.

Confinement beam's
at 109% of normal.

Transporter Room

you should be able
to get a lock now.

Aye, sir.

Dr. Crusher, are you ready?

Stand by.

Alyssa, I'm afraid I'm going to
have to ask you to leave now.

All right, Doctor.

Transporter Room, go ahead.

Aye, sir.

What are you doing here?

I'm not supposed to let anyone

but the senior officers
inside Sick Bay.

Do you have any idea
what's going on?

No. Do you?

I better go.

Ensign.

Sir.

1200 hours.

Alpha shift is relieved.

Excuse me, sir.

If you don't mind

I'd like to stay on
for another shift.

I could use the training.

Now's not the best time.

Yes, sir.

Ensign, you're with me.

Bridge.

You are a certified pilot,
Ensign?

Yes, sir.

How long have you served
on board the Enterprise, Ensign?

Seven months, sir.

I understand that you've
been recommended

for the Ops position.

Do you think you're up to it?

I do, sir.

I'm not so sure.

I'm concerned about your record.

Sir?

The incident that you were
involved in at the Academy.

With all due respect,
that was three years ago.

My record since then...

It doesn't matter
how long ago it was, Ensign.

Would you do something
like that again?

I can assure you, sir,
that I would never

never jeopardize lives
by participating in...

In a daredevil stunt?

I would certainly hope not.

But what concerns me is that
you participated in a cover-up

that impeded
an official investigation

into the death of a cadet.

Sir, I know I should
have told the truth

right from the start...

Yes, you should

but you didn't.

Instead, you joined
with the others

to pretend that that was
simply an accident.

Now, what do you
think that tells me

about your character?

Sir, if you had any idea

what it was like
after that incident...

I didn't have any friends.

I didn't have anyone to talk to.

I had to take my flight test
with the instructor

because no one else
would be my partner.

In a lot of ways,
it would have been easier

to just walk away, but I didn't.

I stuck with it.

Doesn't that say something
about my character, too?

Well, I'm really very sorry

you didn't enjoy your time
at the Academy, Ensign.

As far as I'm concerned

you should have been expelled
for what you did.

Quite frankly, I don't know

how you made it
on board this ship.

You're dismissed.

Another two seconds...

Okay, that's enough.

Sir, I'm a little puzzled.

Why are we intentionally
damaging the shuttlecraft?

We're evaluating
hull resiliency.

Starfleet requires
periodic testing.

I see.

I don't believe I'm familiar
with that requirement.

Probably because you're
not a senior officer.

If you wish,
I can reconfigure the phaser

to fire a low-intensity burst

that would not harm
the shuttle's hull.

The test procedure
would not be affected.

It's fine just the way it is.

Now, give me another burst,
about four seconds, right here.

Do you want me to fire
from this position?

Actually, why don't you do it
from over here?

That would be consistent.

Consistent with what?

With making it appear

that this shuttle
had fled an attack.

What makes you think
that's what we're doing?

The pattern of fire
you have asked for

is similar to what might result

if the shuttle
had fled an attacker

while engaging
in evasive maneuvers.

It's an amazing coincidence.

Yes, sir, it is indeed.

Shall we proceed
with the testing?

Yes, Ensign.

Thank you.

Alyssa, thank you
for coming so quickly.

We have to prepare for surgery.

We have a comatose patient
with a subdural hematoma.

Yes, sir.

I want to make it clear
that you are not to discuss

what you see here with anyone.

I understand.

We'll need to synthesize

at least a liter
of Cardassian blood.

It's your bet, Taurik.

What I can't understand is
why we're just sitting here

so close
to the Cardassian border.

It must have something to do

with that escape pod
we picked up.

Don't you think, Sito?

Maybe.

I wonder who was in it.

You know what I heard?

It was Ambassador Spock.

That is most unlikely.

That's what I was told.

By whom?

I can't say.

They beamed

whoever was in it
straight to Sick Bay.

Did you see anything
when you were down there?

No. Dr. Crusher just asked me

to help her
with the laboratory schedule.

I thought Lieutenant Powell
was going to join us tonight.

He had to do a double shift.

That's too bad.

He must be
the worst poker player

I've ever met.

It's your bet, Sam.

Twenty.

The thing is, I saw Powell

in Ten-Forward
with another woman

and the way they were talking,
it made me wonder.

Well, if he's seeing
someone else

he should tell Alyssa.

I mean, it might hurt her now

but it would be better
in the long run.

I've been meaning

to talk to you about something,
Mr. Worf.

I don't think Ensign Sito's
prepared for the Ops position.

Well, I must say I disagree,
sir.

Counselor, pair of fours bets.

I'm listening.

The bet is 50.

It would be illogical
for the Captain

to deny you a promotion

for something you did
as a cadet.

He said it shows
I don't have character.

What did you say?

What could I say?

Maybe he's right.

Hey, you're a damn fine officer

and you deserve that post
as much as anyone.

One thing's for sure.

I won't be getting it.

Not if it's up to Riker.

Well, it is your decision, sir

but I am certain

if you give Ensign Sito
a chance to prove herself

she will not disappoint you.

Very well, I'll take her
under consideration.

Besides, I'm not
convinced about Lavelle.

Really? Why?

He's too eager to please.

He's always trying
to ingratiate himself to me.

Why assume he's doing that
to get the job?

Fifty.

Here's your 50, and 100 more.

I don't know.

It seems to me that you
and Lavelle are a lot alike.

What?!

We're not at all alike.

You're bluffing.

You think so?

Yes, and I'm not going

to let you get away with it.

You know, Sam

maybe you shouldn't try so hard
with Riker.

It doesn't matter
whether he likes you

as long as he respects you.

And he must, otherwise he would
not be considering you

for the Ops position.

You're probably right.

Maybe I'm just telling myself
that he hates me

so that if I don't get promoted,
I'll have an excuse.

You in or not?

At this juncture

the odds of my winning this hand
are less than 39 to one.

I fold.

Commander's flush
is still working.

No help, Worf.

Ooh, tens and deuces
for the Doctor

and jacks and fours
for the Counselor.

Ah, three sixes.

Fold.

Looks like it's just you and me.

You going to go another 50?

I'm thinking.

Give me a second here.

Didn't you tell me
that you took up poker

so you could be
in the officer's game

at the Potemkin?

I happen to like poker.

But your senior officers
might have thought

that you were trying
to ingratiate yourself.

I guess it's lucky
that they realized

that you were young
and inexperienced

and decided not to hold it
against you.

Hmm.

Maybe I have been
a little hard on Lavelle.

I do not believe he is bluffing.

I do.

Here you go.

What have you got?

Flush.

I cannot believe this!

I am your worst nightmare.

I knew it.

How could you tell
I was bluffing?

You don't really expect me
to answer that, do you?

Look, It's getting late.

Maybe we should all get
some sleep.

- One more hand.
- Hmm-mm.

Come on, Geordi,
you don't have to quit

just because I'm unbeatable.

No, there's something I need
to do down in Engineering.

I'll get you next time.

I'll be there.

Good night, everybody.

Good night.

Bye.

Good night.

See you later.

What I find curious is that
when Commander La Forge saw

that the technique I was using
was actually more efficient

he seemed annoyed.

Of course he was.

He didn't like the fact

that you knew something
he didn't.

Do you think that I have

irreparably damaged
my relationship with him?

Well, it depends
on what kind of a guy he is.

Ante up, gentlemen.

Come in.

Commander...

As you were.

I dropped by to see Taurik.

What can I do for you, sir?

Well, I'm headed for Engineering

to run those tests
on the nacelles.

Since you've already put in
some work on the technique

I thought you might like
to give me a hand.

I'd be pleased to, sir.

Great. Let's go.

How about some blackjack?

I've got to get some sleep,
so I can be sharp tomorrow.

Why? So you can get promoted,
have more responsibility

and have to get to sleep
even earlier?

Good night.

Come in.

Ben, what are you doing here?

I just cleaned out
some junior officers

and I thought
I'd do the same here.

You're welcome to give it a try.

Pull up a chair.

Thanks.

Dismissed.

Ensign Sito.

Yes, sir.

I also teach an advanced class.

I believe you may be
ready to participate.

However, before
you can join the group

you must pass the gik'tal.

Gik'tal?

Yes.

It is a very ancient
Klingon ritual.

It tests your knowledge
of the forms of the Mok'bara.

I should practice first.

No.

No practice.

That is part of the ritual.

The test must be unannounced.

Can you see?

No.

Good.

The gik'tal has begun.

Defend yourself!

You must anticipate my attack.

Yes, sir.

Defend yourself!

Are you listening, Ensign?

Yes, but...

Defend yourself.

Ow!

You did not anticipate.

How am I supposed
to defend myself

when I can't see a thing?

Stop making excuses.

Replace the blindfold.

No!

It's not a fair test.

Very good, Ensign.

You have passed the challenge.

What?
By taking off the blindfold?

It takes courage
to say the test is unfair.

One thing I don't understand.

Doesn't gik'tal mean
"to the death"?

You speak Klingon.

Sir...

is there really such a thing
as a gik'tal challenge?

No, there is not

but perhaps next time
you are judged unfairly

it will not take so many
bruises for you to protest.

All I've ever wanted

is to make a career for myself
in Starfleet.

I can't change what happened
at the Academy... no one can.

All I can do is work hard
and try to earn the respect

of the people I serve with.

If you're not going to give me
that chance

then I respectfully request

that you transfer me
to another ship.

If you're looking
for a more lenient commander

I don't think you'll find one.

Permission to speak freely, sir?

Please do.

If you didn't want me
on your ship

you should have said so
when I was assigned to it.

It's not your place
to punish me for what I did

at the Academy.

I've worked hard here.

My record is exemplary.

If you're going to judge me,
judge me for what I am now.

Very well, Ensign, I will.

It took courage
to come here and face me

after what I said
to you the other day.

I didn't ask you here
because I was assessing

your qualifications
for the Ops position.

I don't understand, sir.

I was harsh with you

because I wanted to assess you
for a very important mission...

a mission that could
put you in a situation

that would be far more unnerving
than a dressing down

by your commanding officer.

Can I ask what that mission is,
sir?

Join the senior officers

in the observation
lounge at 0900 hours.

We'll discuss it then.

Yes, sir.

And, Ensign...

I do know why you ended up
on the Enterprise.

I asked for you.

I wanted
to make sure that you got

a fair chance
to redeem yourself.

Thank you, sir.

You wanted to see me, Doctor?

Yes.

Alyssa, I think you know

how much I've come
to depend upon you here.

I've recommended your promotion

because your performance
here has been exemplary.

Thank you, Doctor.

I appreciate that.

But more than that

I've come to think of you
as a friend

someone I really care about.

It's nice of you to say that.

I feel the same way.

So...

you and Andrew Powell...?

Someone told you.

Told me what?

We were going
to keep it a secret

until the promotions
are announced.

A secret?

He asked me to marry him.

Alyssa, that's wonderful.

I'm so relieved...
I mean happy.

Please.

Take a seat, Ensign.

This is Joret Dal.

He was in the escape pod
that we retrieved.

He is a member
of the Cardassian military

and a Federation operative.

He has risked his life

to bring us
invaluable information

about Cardassian
strategic intentions.

Information that could very well
enhance the security of Bajor

as well as other planets
in this sector.

Now, it is absolutely imperative

that we return him safely
to Cardassian space.

It will not be easy.

The border is heavily guarded.

Since his ship was destroyed

he'll be using
one of our shuttles.

If a patrol stops me,
I will claim to have stolen it.

We have distressed the shuttle

so that it appears
to have been fired upon.

Joret will attempt
to talk his way past the patrol.

If I were alone, the chances
of my succeeding would be slim

but if I had a prisoner
with me, a Bajoran terrorist

I would appear
to be a bounty hunter.

Border crossings of that nature
are not uncommon.

And for a price,
the patrol can be convinced

to look the other way.

Once the shuttle
is safely past the patrol

Joret will put you
into an escape pod

and return you back
across the border.

Since the pod is so small,
it will be difficult to detect.

We'll be waiting here
to pick you up.

I understand, sir.

Ensign, this is obviously
a very dangerous mission.

I am not ordering you
to take part in it.

Then I volunteer, sir.

Be certain you understand
the risk you are taking.

If you are captured...

I'm Bajoran.

No one knows better than I do
what Cardassians do

to their prisoners.

I've made my decision.

Very well, Ensign.

Will you report to Sick Bay?

Dr. Crusher will explain.

And, Ensign Sito, I must ask you

not to discuss this mission
with anyone.

Yes, sir.

I didn't realize
she would be so young.

The Captain asked Dr. Crusher

to make it look
like Joret had mistreated me.

We're all set here.

Sir?

I just want you to know
that I really appreciate

the fact that you've always
had confidence in me.

Good luck.

I'll see you soon.

We're approaching the border.

It won't be long
before we're detected

by the patrol ships.

When they stop us,
do you want me to say anything?

No, it should seem
that I've broken your will.

If you're asked any questions

Iook at me as though
you're afraid to answer.

Can I ask you something?

Why are you doing this...
risking your life for Starfleet?

I don't consider myself
a traitor

if that's what you're asking.

All my life,
I've served in the military.

Once, it was an institution

dedicated to the security
of Cardassia.

Now, it's little more
than a platform

for ambitious Guls

hoping to make their reputations
in battle.

If the information I've provided

helps Starfleet deter
even one pointless skirmish

I've served my purpose.

I'm sick of war.

My people need peace.

I never thought I'd hear
a Cardassian

say something like that.

And I never thought a Bajoran
would risk her life

to help a Cardassian get home.

A patrol ship's moving in
on our position.

We don't have much time.

She must have left
on that shuttle.

There's no other explanation.

Do you have any idea
where it went?

Toward Cardassian space.

That's what I'm worried about.

Oh, there was one other thing...

I noticed the shuttle
was damaged...

Sam, can we talk
about something else?

Well, don't you care
what's happened to her?

Of course.

But we have to accept the fact

that we're not always told

about everything that happens
aboard ship.

Well, we can at least tell
each other what we know.

Wait a minute.
Do you two know something?

Sam, please.

Oh, I can't believe this.
We're friends!

We're also Starfleet officers.

I'm not allowed
to talk about it.

Okay.

I understand.

I better get going.

I got duty in a half an hour.

Captain's Log, Stardate 47566.7.

We have reached the coordinates
in Federation space

where Ensign Sito's escape pod

was to have
rendezvoused with us.

However, we have been waiting
for over 30 hours

and as yet,
there is no sign of her.

Report.

We've completed
a long-range scan

of the area, sir.

The escape pod doesn't
seem to be out there.

It is possible
that at this distance

we are unable
to distinguish the pod

from the inorganic matter
normally present in space.

Try narrowing the scan field.

See if you can pick up
any biosigns.

Sir, it would help if I knew

what kind of life signs
to look for.

You're scanning
for Bajoran life signs.

Yes, sir.

Nothing yet.

The pod is 32 hours overdue.

Sir, I recommend
we launch a probe

to increase the range
of our sensor sweeps.

Launching a probe
into Cardassian space

would be a treaty violation.

Mr. Worf, prepare a probe

and launch when ready.

Aye, sir.

Probe launched, sir.

Sir, I am detecting
signs of debris

200,000 kilometers
inside Cardassian space.

Its mass and composition

indicate it could be the remains

of a Federation escape pod.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

We have intercepted
a Cardassian report

stating that a Bajoran prisoner
escaped her captor

and was killed
in an evacuation pod

as she tried to leave
Cardassian space.

To all Starfleet personnel,
this is the Captain.

It is my sad duty to inform you

that a member of the crew,
Ensign Sito Jaxa

has been lost
in the line of duty.

She was the finest example
of a Starfleet officer

and a young woman
of remarkable courage

and strength of character.

Her loss will be deeply felt
by all who knew her.

Picard out.

You okay?

Uh-huh.

I just got promoted.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

It just doesn't feel right.

For all I know

she was going to get
the promotion instead of me.

You shouldn't feel that way,
Sam.

She would have been
happy for you, Sam.

The best way to remember her
would be to excel

in your new position.

We're proud of you, Sam.

Excuse me, sir, but I need
to move this table.

What?

There's an empty seat
over there.

I appreciate
what you are trying to do

but it is not appropriate.

You were her friends.

I was only
her commanding officer.

Sir

I happen to know that
she considered you a friend.