Sometimes, being a lieutenant meant making hard decisions, ones that you knew could get people killed.
And sometimes, also, it simply meant that, after a hard day's work, you got to be the one to bring the captain a cup of coffee in the hopes that he'd get the hint.
As far as hints and Captain Gideon went, a cup of coffee was about as subtle as a Drakh invasion.
"Thank you, lieutenant, don't mind if I do." One sip, eyes closed. "Oh, and let's make sure everyone's all nice and fresh again tomorrow, shall we?"