She looked at Alyx blandly and raised an eyebrow as he said they were gassed up and she turned down the music just enough to hear him, "That's nice." She said flatly. As though she was waiting for him to state the significance of why they were gassed up and why he was shooting out orders. She blinked as he continued to talk... and then he seemed to ignore one very key point to this whole thing --<em>she</em>was the pilot, not Panacea. He had just spent most of his time talking to her flight-assist, and not to her.<br/><br/><strong>Alyx</strong>wouldn't get to leave the cockpit so easily. Lyra would step in his way and put a hand on his chest, giving him a look. One of those knowing looks, much like a big sister. "You and I have talked about this -- your crew, her ship, MY cockpit. You tell ME where we're goin', not my flight-assist." She didn't even consider the woman a co-pilot. She never had. "Don't go barking orders in my cockpit without telling me what's going on, or I'll ruddy well sit here with the door locked from my side manually until I get a damn good reason, and you know I will!"<br/><br/>She heard<strong>Panacea</strong>speak and she'd say. "No, I don't, Pan. You keep us docked until the<em>Captain</em>talks to his<em>Pilot</em>." She looked at Alyx and shrugged, "Easy way or hard way, my friend." She said simply. She wasn't in a trench with a gun in her hand firing at mad men, so barking orders at her wasn't going to work, she was tall, brutal, and had the constitution of a bull... or maybe that was simply stubbornness. But if he tried to move around her she would move in his way looking the young man square in the face.