Viva was in the zone. 

The Lucidae had leapt ahead of her tail the moment they'd reached orbital space, and then the game of cat and mouse began. It was a damned dangerous dance: Norevia's orbital space was congested, full of ships of all kinds coming and going- what little traffic control was had was usually the only thing preventing it from being a solid jam...  

But instead of making a break for the free open space outside of this highly populated orbit, Viva took a hard lateral turn- diving counter clockwise to the orbit's traffic and whipping their little space ship over and under, weaving in and out of the coming ships. The chances of a head on collision only increased with her breakneck speed, and it was already taking Viva's undivided concentration to keep from such a thing happening. Only a damned fool or an expert pilot would pull a stunt like this, and Viva could easily be considered both. But she knew her ship and what she could handle intimately well and there was no way she was going to misjudge a gap or a twist.   

Which their tail would be remained to be seen. 

[I]"Vee the doc is ready for some blood. Gimme your arm and hold still."[/I]

Viva didn't hear him at first, concentrating on a tricky maneuver that angled the Luce completely sideways, between two oncoming ships, before twisting her up and over the third coming in behind them. The Atmo Jitters were long gone, but with how Viva was flying right now the ship was still lurching and shaking about. The g-forces so strong that they could be felt through the dampeners and gravity-field generator. 

"What? Oh, yeah," She said distractedly, before raising an arm and waving it back towards him without looking his way, but put it back on the wheel moments after for another hard turn that rocked the ship.

"Oh, есть дерьмо," She snarled, her eyes fixed on the scanner, "The fuckers are actually following us. Я не могу поверить, что это дерьмо!"