Cal covered the fond smile that was growing with a cough.  Sarah Beth and Isi heading toward the kitchenette to cook and Ari running off.  Looking to Koschei she crooked her head.  “Right you.  Seein' as we's all eatin', best be settin' tha table.  Ya do tha an' I'll check ta make sure we donna crash o'er vittles.”<br/><br/>She missed Ari's return, taking her time on the way to the cockpit.  She adored the crew but sometimes they were just a bit too...happy for her tastes.  Settling into the pilots seat she checked the readings, nothing showing on the long range that shouldn't be there.  Always a relief.  To most the dangling wires and fidgety controls would be a detriment.  They certainly drew her ire from time to time.  But they were signs Ari was working on the ship.  The girl love it as much as she did.  Maybe more.<br/><br/>Before getting up to return to the galley she stroked the console lovingly.  “Don'cha worry none.  I'll find ya a proper pilot one o' these days.  I know's ya miss ol' Bean but he done gone and got 'imself hitched and 'is woman donna like 'im flyin' 'bout.”  With that she gave everything one last look and headed back down the corridor.