Joe thought for a moment. On the one hand, she had a feeling that Smith was severely underestimating what he'd be getting into as a mechanic; when he said he took a mechanics class, she knew that he meant ONE mechanics class, and that wasn't going to cut it. After boot camp she had to complete four years of college level classes, and only after she'd actually earned a degree in mechanical engineering would they let her handle ships outside of the classroom. On the other hand, he seemed pretty bright, and if they were able to avoid being separated or she could get him in a secretarial position he might not stick out so badly. She just hoped that he could learn calculus, electrical engineering, and the management of heavy machinery like welders and lathes on the fly. That was quite frankly a long shot though, and she doubted that the shipyard manager would take too kindly to anyone that botched up a customer's rig. Hell, with the tightness of security in this place they might take his inexperience as a sign that he was a spy out of his league. A shudder ran through her spine as she contemplated what would happen to spies here, compounded by the fact that she could just as easily be in that position. She glanced up at Smith. No, they wouldn't jump that far, but she couldn't let her new acquaintance blunder that badly, especially since he already was fairly lost. At the very least though, she resolved herself to helping him find a job, even if it did mean he wound up tagging along with her. That might not be so bad, she thought, 'cause at least I'd have his company.
"You're awfully eager to jump at any opportunity, aren't ya?" She laughed, "I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but I'll definitely help you find a job. I guess it all comes down to what we find, huh?" She began to dig into the food Myrna had just brought. God was she glad to have real food for a change.