In front of the Fleet Admiral's desk, Vice Admiral Charlotte stepped forward and gave the respected salute of the highest of command of the United Navy. Her grayish eyes peered at the middle-aged man before she calmly introduced herself as per protocol.
"Fleet Admiral Abraham Shepherd, Vice Admiral Charlotte reporting." Her soothing voice escaped her supple lips.
Charlotte's beauty wasn't to be underestimated. Although it didn't rival that of Laplace's, it was still a realm on its own. Her silver-shaded blond hair and somewhat curved yet leaned body seemed to promote one another well.
There was also her natural aloof expression and her empty grayish irises. It makes it hard to read, and perhaps that was among her greatest qualities.
Abraham raised an eyebrow, wondering what the Executive Officer of his ship might need from him.
