Well that's a surprise. Though maybe it shouldn't be one given the fact that this woman is apparently in a haremlike situation with half her command. "Thank you, Admiral. I'll make sure to attempt the power on Fletcher and Nola as well." 

She takes a moment to consider, then - "I believe I should also note that in battle, I can only take serious injuries when it would further my storyline, and I'm fairly certain I can't be permanently killed. I can still lose, but I have a measure of untouchability. This is why I was willing to be so reckless in the combat by the lighthouse, despite my lack of armaments."

"Well," Sable replies with a grin, "aren't you just full of surprises? It sounds like if I help you get your shipself fully constructed, I get an extremely hard to kill flagship. That's a good deal if I've ever heard one. Try that out on Nola and Fletcher now, then."

Maxine nods, focuses, and aims the power first at Nola and then at Fletcher.

From Nola, the power feels like tapping a well that's already dry, or dabbing a sponge against the bottom of an empty bucket. From Fletcher, about a third of her AA guns.

"It functioned for Fletcher, but not Nola," Maxine reports. "My AA guns are starting to come online. I don't know if they're fire-serviceable yet." She raises an eyebrow. "It must have been Nola that I targeted with my power when I appeared on the shore, then."

"That makes sense. Hopefully you get a lot from Jersey, Kimberly, Flasher, and Nautilus, and hopefully the JMSDF sends several of their girls back this way on the return trip, at least for a bit. All else fails, we send you on the next convoy out to Japan and you get to copy every shipgirl they've got."

Just then, Yeoman Michaels returns, carrying a stack of papers and a small box. She salutes, Admiral Powell salutes in return, and then things are handed off and the Yeoman departs.

"Oh, good news. We've got the immediately available things right now. This is your military ID, phone, and banking information. Debit card is in the folder with all the boilerplate from the bank."

She hands it all to Maxine. "Congratulations, Lieutenant Commander Maxine Quill, you're now a legal citizen of the United States, and an officer in the Navy."

She accepts the package and tucks it away into Dressing Room space for later. "Thank you very much, Admiral." She smiles. "I'll be looking forward to meeting the rest of the shipgirls on base."

"I'm sure they'll all be looking forward to meeting you as well, once they return. Dismissed. Go get some chow, and get the girls to give you more of the history at some point tonight."

She salutes. "Yes, ma'am!"

Then she looks expectantly at the other girls to see if they know which way it is to the mess hall.

The other girls all salute, Sable matches it, and everyone drops their salutes.

And then Morrison's grabbed Maxine's hand and started dragging her off. Yes, she probably knows exactly where the mess is, and she's intent on getting there very quickly. The other girls follow in their wake.

She will absolutely let herself be dragged off, then! Morrison's enthusiasm is pretty infectious.

And shortly they're at the mess! Morrison points how there are always different options, always a few different ones every day, and that because they're shipgirls they can eat as much as they want! She piles her own tray with five chicken-fried steaks, six bowls of mashed potatoes, and three bowls of fried veggies. The other girls are all grabbing similar amounts of food.

She has never had a chicken-fried steak before in her life, but she is willing to try two of them! And a big bowl of mashed potatoes. She'd like to test her new appetite carefully and not overdo it - it's possible that needing to eat a lot is parsed as a drawback by her powers. 

Morri leads the way to their usual table, and everyone sets everything down and starts digging in. "That was so cool, how you're filling out more and more of your shipself like that!"

"It really is quite impressive. You've got quite the unexpected powerset."

"Aw, thanks. Theoretically I'd be able to copy the monsters as well, but I didn't want to do that in the middle of combat in case it confused all of you - looking like an enemy ship isn't smart in the middle of a battle." 

She considers getting out Notebook-chan and introducing everyone, but it's the middle of a meal and the last thing she wants to do is get food on her by accident. Instead, she tries the chicken-fried steak. 

It's really, really good. "Mmmmm, that's tasty. I can see why you girls inhale these."

"They really are. Way I understand it, the Navy put out a call for some of the best chefs in the country to all start working on base and in town. They care a lot about keeping us well-fed and happy."

"That's very decent of them. The ID process seems very straightforward as well, and the repair baths are... very themselves. Do they treat you like royalty in other ways, too?"

Tenta-chan swirls down Maxine's back to settle in her lap under the table.

"Game systems and other rec stuff on base for R&R, but that's most of it."

Maxine nods. "That makes sense." She takes another bite of her chicken-fried steak. "How are the quarters?"

"Really comfy!"

"And big enough to handle six- and seven-foot tall battleship girls."

"I'll be looking forward to seeing them, then." 

She looks over at Morrison. "So you said you wanted to watch anime together? I've got a few things to sort out myself, the paperwork and getting settled into my quarters, but I'd love to see what's come out in the last seven alternate-history years."