Dawn slipped casually into the vacated chair and flipped a couple switches to check a few figures. Glancing up, she looked at the bowl of... whatever the hell they were, Waren was noisily eating. To be fair, his food was making more noise than he was, which was no less disturbing. "Yeah, I'll pass. I prefer my food to be dead." Dawn replied dryly. "Besides, I just woke up."<br/><br/>She glanced at their course and destination after the rickety old computer finally decided to put up the numbers. Running a few figures in her head, she figured they could shve several hours flight time off by altering course away from the colorful cloud of gas, but everyone semed to be pretty enthralled by it, and what really were a few hours? If the Captain bitched, well, he could go straight back to hell or wherever he came from.<br/><br/>"So what's with the mammoth pistol there Warren? Compensating for something?" Dawn asked, looking over at him with a grin on her face, obviously amused at her little joke.