Hudson with Terror

[Lochrath]

She took the helmet, sticking her tongue out at him as she briefly tamed her hair using a scrunchy. Helmet on she appeared like any other pilot except for the clear unknowing aura she extruded when it came to dealing with smaller ships. It took her a few moments to figure out how to enter the secondary seat. She tried to simply lower herself before figuring a "feet first" approach would likely be better, stepping in backwards and having to awkwardly shuffle in place to face the right direction. Settling down, at least she knew how to strap herself in. Her datapad came out to rest on her lap, running a cable from it to her helmet, then to herself as she did before.

She knew enough to not speak until they were clear of the hangar, letting him have clean communications and focus for the launch. She took this time to boot up the needed scanning and data analysis modules and while they were loading, glanced around outside the canopy. She was used to stations and larger ships that made space feel like looking outside a display port or viewing deck into a recorded view of the void around it. While she knew the cover was thick and safe enough for space flight, it was somehow different when that bit of see-through material is right above you and you just witnessed it opening up.

The ship shook into life, signaling to her that they were taking off. She was thankful for the helmet now, even though nobody could see her. Her eyes closed tightly, until they were out.