Kristina grunted on response to the android's supposed compliment about her piloting skills.  Somehow it fell flat with the jab aimed at her species.  If the android could do better, why wasn't the android the pilot?  She kept the question to herself as she pushed herself away from her tube and took a moment to stretch.<br/><br/>Kristina wasn't interested in the Captain, and if he'd kept pushing it she would have jumped ship regardless of her share.  She was happy for the other woman to keep him occupied, though she couldn't help but think that it would be nice if he'd retire and move on.  She liked the new girl, could feel a kindred spirit in the Latino.<br/><br/>As feeling and strength returned, Kristina glanced at the others to see how they were faring.  It was almost a point of pride to be the one to recover first, not that she always did.  She thought about grunting in response to the Captain's orders, it was what she had intended to do anyway, but decided a more traditional:<br/>"Aye aye Captain," was called for.  She headed for the bridge, legs still a little off, to go through all her post-hyperspace checklists.  Piloting seemed to be all checklists and very little actual flying.  Most of that was handled by the autopilot.