Alyx nearly tripped over one of the panels. Lyra certainly had "done" things to the cockpit to some extent, but as long as it ran, he was fine. After all, it was her workspace, not his. Despite having the slight knack for trouble, Panacea was quite orderly to some degree, and how she worked up here with Lyra's little mess mystified him.<br/><br/>"Lyra, Shay just gassed us up," He came to the edge here the cockpit began, carefully picking his way around wires and panels, leaning against the side of the entryway. "Panacea will get you your course vectors in a second. I think she went to go do something in her room."<br/><br/>As if on cue, Panacea appeared, still in her t-shirt and jeans. She had left the katana in the room, usually carrying it on the starbase for looks and to ward off trouble. She had opted for this look to fit in on this particular stop, foregoing the gown she usually wore that was customary of most people on her homeworld. She waltzed past Alyx and took the 2nd seat to the right of Lyra, where she operated most of the subsystems, such as communications, scanners and navigation.<br/><br/>"So, where to Alyx?" Panacea reached over her chair, looking at him with somewhat lazy but trustful eyes.<br/><br/>"Head to Kordos, Jersey Shore sector. We're meeting a Terran freighter to pick up some cargo containers." Alyx turned to Lyra. "One of you let me know when we get close, all right?"<br/><br/>Some soft beeps followed. "Course....plotted. Should take us a few hours. I'll let you know how it goes, all right?" Panacea was leaned forward using the console in front of her. "Go check on your new pretty little friend and help her fit in."<br/><br/>"Thanks." He nodded to Lyra before leaving the cockpit, leaving Lyra with Panacea.<br/><br/>"And...got your waypoints, just how you like them. Would you like me to get permission for us to undock?" The woman leaned back in her chair, an arm over the back as she looked at Lyra.