Everything was normal and then suddenly there were alerts going off, and strange readings, and calls over the comm that were clearly strained with concern.<em>Great, Cate, just great!  You HAD to wish for excitement!</em>There wasn't much to do from her position.  The sensors at the helm remained steady for the most part, at least for the time being ... or perhaps her sensors just weren't processing it.  Her pulse quickened a bit, wondering in how much danger they were in.  Soon though, McGalleon's voice came back through the comm, saying the shields were back up at full strength.  Their new Trill crew member made mention of sick bay, however, but Cate decided that it was most likely just nerves getting the better of him.<br/><br/>She looked back down at her station, checking to make sure things were calm and steady.  "The navigational deflector appears to be operating normally, Captain," Cate reported, tapping the screen to scroll through readings.  Just then she met with one of the nastiest statics shocks she'd ever felt.  "Ouchsonofabitch!" she hissed under her breath, immediately retracting her porcelain hand and nearly glaring at the console.  With a shake of her red head she cleared her throat, mostly hoping that the captain hadn't heard her unprofessional language as her focus returned to the helm.  Still, it was odd, and it pecked at the corner of her mind.  How pesky static shocks could be, feeling as though they drained you of your energy for a few moments ... or ... at least she was hoping that's what they usually did.  She couldn't quite recall ...