"Cate's fine," she said with an almost too emphatic nod which tumbled her strawberry tendrils, the bright and innocent smile ever present.  The accent he spoke with was something she picked up on almost immediately.  It was quite pleasant to hear as well as soothing, Gaelic if she wasn't mistaken ...  "And tá sé sobhlasta!  My compliments to your Ma, it's even better than what the guys used to cook up back home."  In all honestly it was a lot better, but there was sentimental value to the hodge-podge chili they would all contribute to aboard the small cargo ship.<br/><br/>She let him choose her drink, trusting that he would know the perfect pairing to go with the wondrous creation that she was anxiously awaiting.<br/><br/>A minor thrill went through the redheaded pilot as she realized<em>he</em>knew who<em>she </em>was.  "Yes, that's right ... helmswoman," she sat up very straight and proudly on the bar stool as she spoke her own title aloud.  "I have to tell you, Lieutenant, it takes a lot to impress me when it comes to ships but she's a real beaut, and I'm just itching to try her out!" Cate admitted, the twinkle back in her eyes once more.  "You aught to be very proud."  For a moment she felt like she was complimenting someone's child, then again Cate well knew how close someone could become to their ship. It was way more than just a ship, it was a friend, a child, a love, a listening ear, it was all that you put into it.  And Duncan McGalleon had put a hell of a lot into this ship.<br/><br/>Just then one of the most gorgeous women Cate had ever seen close up strode into the lounge.  Betazoid by the looks of her, and Cate instantly felt like the 11 year old tomboy version of herself who used to clank around in boots 3 sizes too big along the metal catwalks of her father's ship, disheveled, clutsy, and childlike.  She smiled politely at the raven haired creature, trying to hide her awe.  Thankfully, Duncan had just offered her a truly magnificent looking bottle of oatmeal stout which she tilted toward him before taking a grateful swig.<br/><br/>"The more the merrier," she said, immediately more chipper as the fizzy bitter-sweet flavor began to sink in and slide down into her gullet.  "Cate Cassidy, pleased to meet you!"