<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br/>Diane sat at the pilot's seat, eyes flicking around at the readouts, huffing a tired breath. Her feet kick at pedals that directly control manuvering thrusters as she shifts the Honeypot's attitude expertly, and sets the to drift closer without their engines firing. "We'll still be hot to the right sensors. Comes from being a livable ship. But if we've patience, we won't be shouting for attention at least. Jumping isn't very quiet, but it's not like we arrived on top of this mess." She shrugs slowly, a fair whirrr in her shoulder as she repeatedly checks the passive proximity sensors.<br/><br/>"Still, I could probably spin us out to the colony, which should give the Wracks something to laugh about if they make trouble." Diane grimly snorted at her own wordplay. If it'd been anyone more respectable, having a fight in the colony's airspace would not be so beneficial.