With the announcement over, she closed it once more, keeping her vocal output restricted to the cockpit. "Would you like to take back control now or shall I maintain flight systems until the caffeine has enhanced your alertness?" she inquired, the question directed at Jeff. Body scans indicated awareness moderate enough for flight, but it was a choice she would not take from her co-pilot without good reason.
As a response Jeff lifted his hands off the panels in front of him and grabbed mug and plate instead. "Take over for now. At least until I'm done with breakfast."
He didn't usually like taking his eyes off the continuous readouts on his screen, but for now he had to. Avoidance of stabbing himself or pouring hot liquid all over his lap took priority. That's why before he'd tried not to eat in the cockpit. Too much distraction. But with his beach ball sized co-pilot, he didn't have to stick to that bit of his training all the time. (The Alliance had way too many regs for piloting anyway. Not much room for fun.)
He took another gulp of his still hot coffee. That reminded him of something. "Hey EDI, when we get closer check for residual heat-emissions of other ships in the area. If our target is as abandoned as it seems, they might've left a trail for us to follow in their next ship . The sooner we find it, the better!"
