"Carolyn, that girl is amazing," Douglas announced, swinging into the portacabin.
"Ah, she passed the Douglas Test as well. Only Martin to go!" Carolyn smiled her crocodile smile.
"I don't understand what problem she could have with me, I'm completely professional!"
"Out you go, Martin! Remember she's the one with the eyes..." Carolyn might as well have thrown him out of the door with the level of tenderness she applied to the action of steering him out of the door.
"Y-you must be Dr Jenkins..." Martin began lamely.
"Yes, I am; but I prefer Flora," Flora smiled and extended her hand, "You must be Captain Crieff..."
"Yes... Yes I am. Nice to meet you... Flora," Martin took her hand and shook it in the professional manner he did, "Sorry, those eyes are really interesting - like a Husky dog's eyes... Not that you look like a dog! No, you don't look like a dog at all! Exactly the opposite!"
"Captain Crieff, calm down," Flora said with a slight laugh in her voice, "I know you didn't mean it like that. At least I've always thought Huskies were beautiful dogs, anyway."
"Oh... Oh, ok..."
"There we are. I have to rush off, I'm afraid; my flatmate's decided that I would be fun to cut her finger off with a butcher knife, I've just got the call. If you could tell Mrs Knapp-Shappey I'd love the job and to contact me on my mobile, I'd really appreciate it... I really have to go, I know it's not professional..."
"It's... Fine. Don't worry..." Martin answered in a daze.
"Oh, thank you!" Before Flora or Martin could think, she pecked him on the cheek and ran off to yell at her clumsy flatmate. Martin brushed his cheek lightly with his fingertips, then turned to go give Carolyn the good news.