"You got it, Felix."

With a swiftness he plonked himself in the adjacent seat and quickly scanned the control panels. No real guidance here from Felix, he was busy piloting this hulk. He'd have to do it on his own. He sighed and muttered softly to himself. 

"Optics, locate scanner controls."

On the verbal command his contacts sprung into life, doing a visual scan of the whole panel, doing a comparison to other panels in its database and finding a match in milliseconds. Once that was done his contacts immediately highlighted the appropriate buttons and controls to activate the scanners in a helpful pale blue outline. He followed the instructions displayed on his optics and punched in the buttons, and just like that the shuttle had scanner capability. The viewport of the ship lit up in a display of numbers and arrows, the closest things highlighted being their two crew members out in space; they were silhouetted in green, with a distance displayed above them. They were close, not horribly close to get burned by the adjustment thrusters on the front of the shuttle, but they were almost in the danger zone. Past that, he read the location of the asteroid field. It was closing, and closing in fast. It wasn't in visual range yet, thankfully, but it was close. 

"Felix, our friends are close enough to the Lone Star that they won't get fried by our thrusters. You'll have to inform them to get out of the way when you dock though, otherwise they might be. The asteroid field is closing in, ETA five minutes. If those two out there don't stop screwing around we'll all be dead."

He sighed to himself but remained focused. Dammit, he was a doctor, not a soldier or a pilot or a whatever. In fact, he was probably the most...legal member of the crew, to put it bluntly. PharmCo had him here to test the armour he was wearing, not to get caught up in a hurricane of stupid.