Cate was pondering over matters in her head within her small quarters, first and foremost being when was the appropriate time to introduce herself to her captain.  Truth be told she was a bit nervous since this was her first real assignment.  It was a lot of responsibility, though she was confident she could handle it.  At times, however, typical social niceties escaped her.  She was a friendly person, of course, but being raised on an all male cargo ship did have it's disadvantages as Cate came to realized when she moved to Earth.  Social skill grew with time and experience though and she would conquer it if she set her mind to it, as always.<br/><br/>"Rrrrrr!" interrupted her mental tangent.  Her eyes darted over to the wide-eyed, large-eared cat, who stared back at her master in a clear 'that wasn't me!' manner.  Cate realized the culprit was her stomach.  So excited had she been to get aboard the McNair she had forgotten about all meals and ... she looked over at the standard issue clock on her desk to see that it was nearly time for dinner.  She could have replicated something and eaten in her quarters, however, this provided a good opportunity to get to know some of her knew crew.  The sooner the better, really.  But first she had to take a swift sonic shower and put on her regulation uniform before she wound up making a bad impression.  Atypical for a female though, the young ensign could be ready in a handful of minutes if need be, as was the case on this day.<br/><br/>Pulling back her loose strawberry waves she braided it so that it would stay out of her face, save for a few unruly curls that stubbornly would always fall forward at the most inconvenient of times.  Somehow though, in addition to it framing her face nicely it suited her personality perfectly so she just let them be.  As Cate removed a fresh uniform from her pack she noted the single pip stuck into the collar and ran her thumb over the tiny piece of metal.  Smiling softly she felt a great sense of pride and tradition wash over her.  With care she slipped into the well fitting, though not too snug, black uniform, accented with deep red to indicate her position as a member of the bridge crew.<br/><br/>Cate snatched the data pad off of the end of her bed, some light reading material in case there was no one to be found in the lounge when she got there.  "I'll leave you to get acquainted with the new digs then," she told the silver cat, lightly dipping her chin in farewell before skipping out the door.