"Andrew Martine's daughter." He nodded. He really should have recognized her. Of course she'd changed an awful lot. "I'm Cmdr. Giotto. We have met before, although I doubt you remember. Not many kids keep track of the various uniforms their parents make them say hello to."
Sam smiled. "I'm confident you can do Sunday best as well now as you did then. If it helps, I doubt she'll looking to find cracks in you. The questions to be wary about are the ones asking if you're concerned about your crew mates."