Lyra chuckled as she heard the man's voice. 'Good hunting'? If only! They were nothing but a manure cart right then, so Lyra didn't say anything and just got the ship safely far enough from the docking port and then headed for the doors... rather obviously going faster than what Control had told her she was allowed to do. But well, that was Lyra. Issues with authority and all. She was out the docking bay doors and out into the great wide black.<br/><br/>"Alright, Pan, unless you want us to end up god knows where I need you to put that path through to me before decide on a random direction." Patience wasn't exactly in Lyra's vocabulary.