"Everyone prepare for incoming patients!" said T'Vraeya, leaning against a wall as another blast rocked the ship. "And watch out for yourselves while you're at it. You can't help anyone if you get hurt."
She hoped that the Captain would have the chance to hail their attackers and try to sort things out diplomatically. Given the beating their ship seemed to be taking right now, diplomacy seemed the most logical course of action.
Right now, it was best to think in a Vulcan mindset. She couldn't maintain the absolute control over her emotions that a full blooded Vulcan like her mother could. Particularly since she'd never learned to turn her empathic abilities off, only her telepathy. She was acutely aware of the fear that permeated the ship at the moment. Right now, though, cool-headed logic and professionalism were the best ways to deal with the situation and help as many people as she could.