"Yeah, I could do the same. And the laundry's probably got old or extra sheets and blankets that could be remade to the appropriate size."

He rubs the baby's arm absently as he talks, which makes her flail out a little with that arm, trying to figure out where the touch is coming from. He holds out a finger, his smile brightening at once when she closes her fist around it.

"We ought to be able to come up with enough, between all that, to keep her warm and clothed until we get to shore leave and we can get her properly outfitted."