"Aye," Stephen said casually, offerin his own hand in greeting to Emily though a nagging voice in his brain said he knew this girl from somewhere. "Ah'm called Stephen back home. Stephen MacTeer. Is a pleasure meetin' a Bonnie lass as yer self, ma'rm!"

Waving at the sheet over his own bunk, the Private gave a sheepish smile at the jury-rigged privacy screen. Also realizing he might've been laying on the Gaelic accent a little thick, he tried to switch to a more formal, standard Britannian manner of speech for his bunk mate.

"I tried ta make the best of the situation for ya. If'n you'd prefer this bed, I've no problem moving to another for you miss-"

Then, the name of Miss Powers clicked into his brain- Powers. The USO star. The HOLLYWOOD star. And like that, all his pretenses and junior rank conduct flew out the window. Stephens eyes widened, he drew a sharp intake of breath- and screamed the highest pitched fan girl scream the ship and any of its crew had ever heard or would ever likely hear.