Re: Watching the Caravan
"We haven't seen each other since we were eight," Louis explains.
"Louis, Commander, a moment please." Captain Wilder turns to her petty officer. "Brian, take us up to five hundred feet, and start looking for armed people on the ground."
"Aye, Ma'am," the petty officer says with a nod. He turns to issue the proper orders to the crew, and the captain turns her attention back to Robert and Louis.
"I came to visit once, and we spent a month running all over the place near her home," she relates. "After that, we lost touch, since my parents fell ill and died after we returned home, and I entered an orphanage. All of my parents' living relatives were in America, and attempts to reach them apparently failed."
"A kindly couple, a retired commodore and his wife, adopted me, but they allowed me to keep my family name. When I came of age, they sent me to college, and helped me earn an officer's warrant. So," she grins, "here I am, a little Irish waif."