She reaches into her pocket, pulling out a strip. It's like the one already sewn on her arms. Captain Brooks looks at it a second, It doesn't look like a Captains strip...
O'Brian hands it to her, standing up to face her
That's good enough for me, Commodore Brooks.
She takes a deep breath
COMMODORE ON DECK!
Snapping into a salute, looking dead ahead. The guards at the door take a salute as well, holding their weapons against their shoulder, saluting with their free hand. Brian, the barkeep, raises a glass in her honour
Congratulations Commodore. It's a pleasure to finally welcome you into our ranks.