With a nod she turned to the control panel in front of the seat, luckily most civilian ships were designed to be fairly idiot proof so that in an emergency situation inexperienced crew were not left stranded in absence of a pilot. She didn't even have time to look at the map before the human was saying something bizarre.<br/><br/>"Talkbondi? Are you feeling ill?"<br/><br/>The interface wasn't really optimized for species with claws, but Ix managed. The console lights painted the two in discordant patterns as if trying to call attention to the fugitives, still in their standard issue prison garments.