Cate was most pleased in the feeling that she had met a kindred spirit so quickly.  It was something that usually took her at least a few months, in order to settle ... and she was of course not the most socially ept.  But the Chief Engineer reminded her of her cargo vessel home and there was an instant comradery.  Things would be much easier now for her aboard the McNair as it was always beneficial for the engineer and helmsmen to have a good working relationship.<br/><br/>As she listened to Dun sing, his accent slipping in here and there, she suppressed a giggle that lightly crinkled her barely-freckled nose.  What were the odds of finding another fan of late 20th century classic rock?  But Cate decided not to do the math, it was a happy thing, and what better way to spend some free time.  Her hands stayed busy as she continued to sing, albeit quieter, from beneath one of the forward consoles.<br/><br/>Idly her mind wondered if Starfleet would take their improvements and make them standard.  ... Well they would go about it in a completely different way than she, no doubt.  Cate fixed things like a pilot.  Things weren't done in a "regulation" manner, they just were done to work and to give power.  Perhaps it was lack of patience on her part, perhaps the things her father had taught her were just so deeply ingrained, but in her mind whatever got her most quickly back at the helm was what was called for.  And because of that she was grateful for people like Dun, who had a bit grander of vision and more patience.  It made for a good team.<br/><br/>Once at the point when she could do no more without the requisitioned parts she pulled herself out from under the console, a slight twinge in her back from being in the same position for so long.  How long had they been working?<br/><br/>"Hey, Dun?" Cate called over the music.  "What say we take her out to see how she likes what we've done so far?"  Her expression was unmistakably mischievous, as she was about to go mad from lack of acceleration.