Princess walked out of his office to be greeted by Mark and Jason. Both rose quickly from their chairs.

"So" Jason asked curiously. "What happened?"

She let out a displeased huff. "You mean aside from discovering that the Federation is a sexist hole intent on forcing me into a life of celibacy and obedience?"

"Meaning?" Mark seemed happily curious.

"Meaning that I am not allowed to ever have a life." She pursed her lips. "No, sorry. I was given permission to date a Rigan pilot, if I so desire. But anyone else is off limits."

Jason scoffed. "He said that?"

"Amongst other things." She sighed. Her eyes widened in irritation. "Oh, and he called me tramp. Do you believe that? A Tramp, me!"

Both Jason's and Mark's expressions changed from curious to insulted. Mark was the first to say something. "I'll speak to him about that."

She flicked her wrist. "No, don't bother. I guess I was behaving a little trampish …"

"Hardly," Jason muttered, a shuriken in his teeth.

Mark nodded. "It's an uncalled for insult."

She shrugged, then removed her wrist-com and handed it to Mark. "Oh yeah, I'm grounded until further notice."

She dipped her head to her shoulder innocently and swayed her body. "I was … a little insubordinate in there."

Jason dropped his head into his hand. "Good God, Prin."

Mark shook his head. "No, this is too much. All you did was," he cleared his throat uncomfortably. " Was flirt a little with … ahem … Cronus."

"No, no," she said with a smile. "This is good."

Jason shared a look with Mark. "How is that good?"

"The chief is only here during the da-y-y-y." She sang the last word in an all-too-chirpy manner, "and I am stuck here day…and night…for the next two weeks."

"Uhuh?"

"No one around to bust me for snooping. With the vehement way he was demanding I stay away from Cronus, there has to be something totally juicy to find out."

Jason smirked. "Maybe Cronus' your dad?"

She shuddered and stuck out her tongue in a gagging motion. "Ugh, that would be just sick."

Mark huffed, "Princess, like. Do you really….You know?"

She closed her eyes, opened them again, then sighed and walked toward Mark. She cupped the left side of his face and lightly kissed his right cheek. "I prefer another pilot," she whispered with a long, sultry stare hot enough to remove any doubt about to whom she was referring to and make any mere mortal growl and shudder. She backed off and giggled. "Oh, gosh, golly, gee. Naughty me, touching Federation property. Anderson will be ticked."

She backed off and turned, raising her hands above her head in a full-body stretch. "I guess I'd better get to Keyop and lay down some ground rules for my detention. If I don't warn him against it, the little bugger will be throwing parties and staying up all hours at our house.