MacKenzie: ::flatly:: Open it.
Munro: Captain … I … ?
The red-headed commanding officer of the Artemis watched as her blond first officer opened the simple wooden box, revealing a solid gold pip, at which point her expression softened, dropping the facade.
MacKenzie: I did read the report. Starfleet and I both decided you've earned that.
Munro: For me?
MacKenzie: ::in mock ignorance:: Oh, sorry, I must've forgotten to run it by you before I submitted it.
The blond woman offered a hesitant smile.
Munro: Tha :: voice breaks slightly :: Thanks, Captain.
MacKenzie: ::pointing:: You're out of uniform.
Munro let out a small laugh before she removed the pip and replaced the existing half pip with the new one.
Munro: :: jokes :: It feels heavier already. I assume this means I have more work to do?
She offered a slightly maniacal smile.
MacKenzie: Oh, you have no idea.
Munro: Captain, I know we haven't known each other that long but I want you to know I appreciate everything that you do, and all of your help. Don't worry I won't get too soppy, I just wanted you to know that. It doesn't go unnoticed how much you do.
MacKenzie grimaced and waved her hand in front of her face as if to woft the stench of something rotten away from her nostrils, then pointed to the pips on her own collar.
MacKenzie: ::flatly:: Part of the job.
Munro: You've set a good example for me.
She pursed her lips and cocked her head slightly.
MacKenzie: Well, I don't know if I'd go that far... Many of the junior officers think I airlock disobedient officers for sport, which I'm not sure if quite the reputation you should seek to emulate...
Munro: Response
MacKenzie: So, do you feel the weight of the galaxy on your shoulders yet?
Munro: Response
She clasped her hands and leaned forward, resting them on her desk as she offered a wide, devious smile akin to that of the Cheshire Cat.
MacKenzie: That's because you haven't seen the PADDwork waiting for you on your desk. Welcome to the club.
Munro: Response