Kate comes to Calista's Rescue.

Calista managed to find an empty table despite how busy it was and sat reading through a book about ancient mariners and their methods. Of course it was foolish to think that she would actually be able to read in peace and periodically she had to fend off GIs armed with chocolate, cigarettes, and increasingly dubious charm. Two of them who were rather drunk couldn’t seem to get the hint. “Hey now we wouldn’t be gentlemen if we let a pretty lady sit here alone,” slurred one as he pulled up a chair uninvited to her table. “That’s right,” said his rather slow witted friend standing behind him. “That’s really not necessary, I’m waiting for somebody.” Calista replied without looking up from her book. “Well lucky for you. We just happen to be somebody.” the one sitting down leered at her. “That’s right” chimed in slow poke. “That’s very kind,” Calista said dryly, again not looking up from her book. “But I’d really like to finish this chapter.” “Look lady, we’re jus trying to be friendly to our Scottish hosts, you don’t have to keep your nose stuck in that boo–” “Is there a problem here,” Calista knew before she looked up, that Alabama drawl was unmistakable. Kate radiated authority as she stood at the table staring down the two drunk GIs. “Not at all Kate, these nice gentlemen were just leaving now that the person I was waiting for has arrived,” a slight easing of tension around her eyes was noticeable as she looked up. “I believe you heard the lady boys,” Kate said. She was still ramrod straight but Kate noticed a slight tremor in her hand. “It ‘d be best if you were to scram now.” “What’s the need in that,” said sitting drunk, “There’s two a you and two of us, seems like a match to me.” “That’s Right,” slow poke spoke up again. “Besides I ain’t taking order from no woman, stripes or not, you ain’t my CO or squad leader.” “Now listen up soldier, y’all may not respect me but you better respect the rank,” Kate said in a low, dangerous voice. Just then a big rumbling burr came from behind Kate’s shoulder. “Aye, why don’t ye lads bugger off and leave the lasses alone. Are ye daft? It’s clear they’re not interest in ye?”