She hands over the completed forms. "Here you go. Do you have an ETA on the resulting ID?"

"Military-issued photo ID later today, you'll just have to stop by this office," she hands Maxine a card with an address on base, "for the photo. You'll also get a phone and banking details. Broader spread of governmental IDs over the next day or two. And Admiral Powell would like to see all of you for debrief when you're all done resting up."

Probably best to keep her personal phone independently of any phone the military gives her. She just nods and accepts the card. "Thank you, Yeoman."

It's a little tempting to stick around and see just how far Missouri's willing to go, but, uh, she definitely does not want her first time to be in a hot tub surrounded by a half-dozen girls. 

She pauses, tapping the card in her hands. Why the hell not?

... She wants it to be more personal than that, she guesses. 

She looks back at Yeoman Michaels. "I'll go ask if everyone's ready to proceed." She steps back into the bathhouse, where she casts her gaze over the girls still relaxing in the bath.

"The Yeoman outside says that if everyone's done resting up, it's time to go debrief to Admiral Powell." 

Lexi disentangles herself from Morri, who whines a bit. "Oh I suppose. Nice job answering the door with a tent, by the way." She snickers fondly, getting out of the pool and getting dressed, gradually followed by the others.

With a tent? What?

- oh. Oh she was wearing a skirt. And Missouri was kind of... kissing her a lot...

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

<Why didn't you warn me?> she asks Tenta-chan. 

<I don't see how that's embarrassing?>

Tenta-chan's confusion is palpable over the link.

<... Okay, I think that we need to have a conversation. Later.>

She looks over at Lexington. "Um. Oops."

"No worries. Michaels has walked in on us in a lot worse states. She's chill."

Everyone's dressed at this point, and Missouri kisses Maxine on the cheek as she walks past.

Worse states, huh...?

That and the cheek kiss return the blush to her face in earnest.

She scoops Tenta-chan back up into her arms, and hugs her close. It helps.

Tenta-chan takes up her usual place on Maxine's neck, and snuggles in softly. 

<Alright, it's off to see Admiral Powell!>

Maxine follows the group, tagging along with the rest of them. <She seems decent so far. Let's hope this works out well.>

Missouri and Yeoman Michaels lead the way first to an out of the way office where Maxine's photo is taken, and then everyone piles into Admiral Powell's office.

The nameplate reads "Sable Allison Powell, Adm." Her desk is covered in reasonably tidy stacks of paperwork, and the woman herself is sitting behind it.

She salutes once more, and holds it. "HMS Maxine reporting as ordered, Admiral."

She salutes crisply and drops it. "At ease, girls. Have a seat. Missouri, you start us off?"

"Certainly, Admiral. I was leading a patrol of the sound with Morrison and Lexington, when an Abyssal raiding party was sighted at oh-nine-thirty-seven, consisting of a Ri-class heavy cruiser, a Nu-class light carrier, two Ho-class light cruisers, and four I-class destroyers. We engaged immediately, with New Orleans and Fletcher sortieing to assist us. We were moderately outnumbered, and the battle was not going as well as I'd like, when Maxine appeared on the shore at the lighthouse and sailed out to join us. Between her and tenta-chan, the battle tilted back in our favor."

More details are exchanged, and further breakdowns are given, over the next several minutes.

Finally, Admiral Powell turns to Maxine. "So, you appeared out of nowhere — quite literally, the security cameras on the lighthouse show you simply appearing in the space between one frame and the next — and saved my girls. You have my thanks.

"What can the Navy — as well as I personally — do to thank you? Also, how long are you planning to stay in this world, and can we do anything to convince you to extend that?"

Maxine nods. "More than anything else, an understanding of and place in this new world would be ideal. I don't have any form of multiversal transit on from here - my transit was a one-time deal. I expect that there will eventually be a way onwards for me, but I expect it won't be easily available to me while the war's still on. And by then the situation may be quite different, ma'am." 

She looks over at Missouri. "The shipgirls have given me quite a warm welcome, here, so with your permission I'd like to be able to stay and interact with them more. I believe that this will also have benefits for the Navy as well, ma'am, as I expect to learn at twenty times the rate of a dedicated mentor whom I'm emotionally attached to. I would also like opportunities to interact with other shipgirls, particularly Iowa-classes, so that my mimic power can continue to develop my own shipgirl form." 

Maxine surpresses the urge to fix her hair. "I believe also that if I form close emotional bonds with your shipgirl complement, it will effectively reduce the amount of time they require for rest and relaxation, as I have another secondary power that compresses time when I am performing purely social interactions with people I care for deeply. Having met them, I believe such bonds are..." She glances at Missouri. "Very possible."

"Oh really? Well, we're expecting Jersey back in a few days, and giving you a chance to interact with all the shipgirls based out of Everett or passing through here shouldn't be any trouble. Does it take long? Any effect on the shipgirl you're copying from?"

"No to both, at least in our experience so far."

"I'm not going to turn down another shipgirl joining the fleet. Not a chance in hell of that. We'll commission you with an initial rank of Lieutenant Commander. You'll be integrated into the patrol rotation starting tomorrow, and you'll be assigned quarters in the shipgirl dorms. Who've you tried the power on so far?"

"Me, Lexi, and Missouri," Morrison chimes in.

"Plus whoever she pointed it at when she first landed. As yet unidentified."

"Be sure to try Fletcher and Nola today. I wouldn't say no to your trying the power here, if you don't mind."

She hums thoughtfully, a small grin stretching across her face. "As for your thoughts on relationships, I'm certainly not going to stand in the way. I might even want to get to know you a bit better myself, if the opportunity presents itself."