[She takes the other woman's hand with a nod, distinctly pleased though habitually disinclined to show it. Number One intends to have a ship of her own, someday-- she doesn't hope, because hope implies a degree of uncertainty, a measure of doubt she refuses to allow. But it's nice to have the confirmation that not every ship has a glass ceiling.
Figuratively, since literally... Well. Visibility and all, it makes a certain amoung of sense.]
It's a pleasure, Captain, [she says, earnest if not overly emotional] Morgan Robbins, executive officer of the Enterprise. I met your young assistant earlier.