"Layah?" She frowned and reached her hand around to touch the back of his neck, where the glands on a Sebacean would should a fever. He wasn't much cooler than her, but he was an hooman. "John, are you talking to your delusion-Scorpius again?"
After a few moments she nodded and leaned back. "Good, now I won't lose my lunch back here, much better." She smirked at the odd compliment to her ship. "As a training maneuver, pilots must be able to thread between two prowlers while twisting."