Lyra just sat back and enjoyed the ride. She would flip switches here and there when she felt the ship do something. Usually it was things no one else would notice, a slight divergence, a tick, a hiccup... things people would usually dismiss as just noise. She heard, and she knew how to fix it. However, sometimes she simply smacked the console to make it behave or threatened it with a rubber mallet.<br/><br/>Lyra honestly felt like there was almost nothing to do a lot of the time. But she wasn't much for socializing. She had a small refrigerated cooler that she kept hidden under her dash. Two of them actually. One for snacks, one for drinks. She stocked them up when she ran out, and then lived off of what was there while she had it. She didn't like sharing with the crew, she liked having what was hers be<em>hers</em>. And Pan would know this well. The one time the girl had attempted to steal a drink or a snack from one of her coolers -- the girl had a gun to her head for the rest of the day, unless she left the cockpit. Hell, Lyra even had a hammock set up in there so she didn't have to leave unless she had to use the facilities. She had a room aboard the ship, sure. She used it as storage space, mostly. And only slept down there on very rare occasion -- one of those 'disturb me and die' occasions.<br/><br/>Right now? She reached into one of her coolers, and pulled out an unlabeled can and cracked it open before beginning to drink. Peace and quiet. Boring, sure. But aboard this ship? She'd take a moment of boring where she could get it.