<em>See, this is exactly the kind of behavior that labeled you a nerd and socially challenged, when you were in the Academy</em>, Ensign Cate Cassidy mused to herself as she climbed up the Jeffries tube.  The crew had shore leave, the ship was docked, it wasn't going anywhere, and what was she doing?  She was voluntarily staying aboard and in fact seeking out more work to do ... but she just couldn't help herself.  Cate had yet to get a real up close look at the Waverider, though she had millions of ideas swimming around in her overactive brain.  Truth be told she couldn't tear herself away from the<em>McNair</em>just yet.  Yes, it had been a long and extremely trying mission, but she felt like she was just getting to know the ship.  Shore leave hardly felt right.  Although, she would make it a point to get down to the planet, at least briefly, while she had the chance.  Her father, concerned for her well being, always made her leave the ship and learn about whatever new planet they had landed on, as long as it was a safe planet of course.  She was grateful for that, even though at times she hated to leave the comforting hum of the ship's engines.<br/><br/>The Waverider she could rationalize, she thought, technically it wasn't part of the ship so ... she was still getting out.  Popping open the hatch Cate's bright eyes shot up to gaze upon the technological beauty.  But like with anything, there was room for improvement, and that was exactly why Cate was there.  She wasted no time in hopping inside so she could do a full analysis  "Computer, music, access playlist Cate1Gama."  AC/DC - Back In Black (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkkL_aDrIyU#)<br/>A peaceful sigh resonated in her chest as classic rock from the late 20th century began pumping into the craft, helping her mind get in tune with her task.  It was a quirk she'd picked up on the old cargo vessel where she'd spent her childhood.  Twisting her strawberry locks back her brow furrowed in focus as she started with the helm controls, humming and occasionally quietly singing along to the music.  There was this thought she'd had back when she was in the Academy - a craft that had both hand and foot controls, much like that of a 20/21st century car.  This desire was a direct result of a few holodeck racing games she'd found herself nearly adicted to.  There was something more intimate about those type of controls.  "Well, what's the worst they can do, say no?" Cate mumbled to herself as she pulled out a data pad and began typing up a requisition for parts.  Hopefully engineering wouldn't mind, it was all work she could do herself anyway.  Not that she was an amazing engineer but she at least knew what she was doing as any good pilot should.<br/><br/>The more of the vessel she scoped out the more her mind began racing with ideas, and thus the more requisitions she sent out. Waverider's defenses were something that could use improvement she decided, so off she sent the req.  And there were more efficient ways to route power and subsequently get more speed out of it, another req.  The young pilot was in her glory, lost in her own little world, almost as deep as when she was behind the helm.  With each access panel she removed her once again youthful face nearly glowed with excitement of the possibilities.