Aeryn, not deterred by whatever human weakness John has decided to exhibit today, goes striding off fast and direct. Through the people. Through the doors. Down corridors which have, annoyingly, become not only familiar but locationally recognizable due the length of time they've been trapped here needing to use them.

She doesn't need to asked the computer to give her that blinking line of lights to know which ways to turn to get to the rooms, or inquire about which tubo lift where will get her to her destination. Even for all that it is nothing like a command carrier, with it's bright muted colors, it's a ship, and she can do ships.


She makes marginally effort not to go striding through people at least.

But she knows the time frame is short before the first even short escape from this ship.