It's a kind of hell, just lying there, practically immobilized and waiting for something shorter than her knee to help her out. Shepard breathes in and out, trying to keep her heart steady. Smart cat, it's a smart cat...

When she cranes her neck up and sees the table, she lets out a long sigh of relief. Smart cat. "Quick thinking. Knew I could count on you," she commends him like she would a crewmate. "Keep back for a second, so I don't fall on you - "

She's definitely strong enough to haul herself up, but with the wheels, the table slips when she leans on it and doesn't offer great leverage. Fix it in a corner, she thinks, starting to push and crawl and push. Hard going, but she wants the helpful cat to see she's pitching in on the effort. That she's worth helping.