"Ensign Martine, sir," she offered, knowing it would be one of his questions sooner or later. That and there was absolutely nothing wrong with making senior officers aware of who she was - Angela had no intention of being an Ensign any longer than she had to.
"I can handle Sunday best." She smiled wide. What Starfleet brat wasn't familiar with putting on a good show? Still. This was the real deal, the big leagues. There was no room for error like there had been at the Academy. Maybe she'd better practice some answers ahead of time.