Ensign Cassidy was unable to run quite as fast as she used to and it was frustrating beyond belief.  Now she understood why her aunt had often muttered 'Damnit, I'm too old for this!' ... and that understanding was mildly terrifying.  She did what she could though to catch up with the pint sized Comm Officer as he darted hither and thither, singing and laughing merrily.  His hands were going everywhere though and it was raising her level of anxiety.  If he got hurt or pressed the wrong button it could be incredibly bad.<br/><br/>Thankfully the little guy appeared to have tuckered out by the time Cate caught up with him.  He was curled up, head lain down in his arms and listening to the computer tell him a tale, a tale she herself was very fond of.  He was much more pleasant like this, calm, quiet, containable.  She smiled down at him, his features nearly angelic.  "Okay, young man, lets get you down to sick bay!" she said pleasantly, holding her arms out in an offer to carry him since he seemed tired.  "We can have more story time in a bit."  Her demeanor was intended to be soothing but inwardly she felt anything but soothed.  Thankfully Darrin's de-aging had halted for now, but if it sped up again he could regress into oblivion.