"Oh, no, Molly, it's okay, thanks." She smiled at Molly, then looked back at Lisa. "I'm doing a lot better now, thanks. I drowned my sorrows in coffee and car magazines yesterday," she said with a laugh. The ship rolled a little and her chair rolled forward some before she could catch it. "Whoops!" Her hands quickly took a firm grip of the wheels. If she could handle a turn at 200 MPH, this should be a piece of cake, right? "Once we figure out where we're headed, I'm putting the brakes on, I think." She looked up. "That is, if you don't mind a third wheel." she motioned down to her chair again. "No pun intended."