April still had a broad, idiot grin plastered on her face as the ship broke atmo, the rush and clattering of friction giving way to pure, smooth inertia. Not a bad take-off, if she dared say so herself.

The door opened behind her, and in came Benson the quiet and his little pet robot. He was in her part of the ship pretty often, doing... whatever it was he did (which was not to say she didn't respect his work - more, she didn't understand it). He was usually silent, though, which is why the girl actually jumped a little when he said something to her. "What do you see, out there?"

April peered out into the blackness. "I... dunno? Space? Darkness? Adventure? The true frontier? The thing I'm gonna still be staring at when yall get to go to sleep?" She glanced over to him. "Why? What do you see out there?"

The quiet conversation was cut off when the captain burst into the room, cursing up a storm about April's alleged lack of take-off announcement. "Your hearing must be going, Cap'n," the pilot shot back. "Announcement came through loud and clear." She began to fiddle with a panel off to the side of the cockpit. "Here, let me show you on the log aaaand fuck me sideways, intercom's down." The girl sighed. "Well, let's hope nobody broke nothing."

Though she didn't let on, a chill went down her spine at the captain's second order. [i]Better late than dead. Better dead than Reavers.[/i] This was going to be a long flight.