She can tell he's at least a little less disoriented as time goes by, but there's still a furrow in her brow as she helps him strap in. The faster she can get him to the the Alliance's medical team, the better chance he has at full recovery.

She buckles in, offering a faint smirk at his remark as she preps the ship for takeoff.

"Alright, but if you hurl all over my control panel, you're cleaning up all by yourself, Captain."

Easing the ship out of the hangar, she mutes the ship's comm channels just as ground control starts to realize they're not exactly sanctioned for take off, and the ship lurches forward into take off.