"Yes, this prowler has weapons. Yes, you are locked out of them. No, I will not unlock them until I'm sure you can fly in a straight line, or something close enough." She leaned forward to see around his seat, peering at controls and space rocks whipping around them. "Relax John, the Prowler's controls are sensitive. You don't need to yank her around like your module, we're in space not air."