Hannah blinked slightly as she rose from her cot. Her body was short but athletic. Her legs were nicely muscled, firm, but still curved and feminine. Her breasts were large without being huge. Her face was characterized by pretty features, recognizably Jewish. Her hair was curley and was rather disheveled in the morning. Her tight body was framed only in functional white panties and a white sports bra. She blinked slowly at the captain, opening her mouth as though to make one of her many protests at the inappropriateness of treating a female officer this way.

When she realized that it was a "real" emergency, however, she shook herself awake and ran for control, her bare feet thudding softly as they hit the metal flooring. When she finally arrived at control, she did what was required to take the ship up. She was probably the least skilled of the officers in terms of actual abilities just as she was the most insistent among them about how much respect she and her feelings should get. Still, she wasn't incompetent. While she was slower than Dinah or Kathleen would have been, she went through the necessary steps. Unfortunately, the ship wasn't reacting as it should. "Captain...I think there's something wrong with the controls!"