[ Being naturally technically-inclined has gelled nicely with the excessive number of hours he's logged in the training sims thus far. While Isabela speaks he's already scrolling through the display in front of his nav station, only glancing over once the innuendo lands, brow raised. ]

That is the plan. Nothing to worry about; we'll just take it one step at a time. Easy as driving a... mm. Did they have them, where you were? Cars, or... or personal water craft, or, well, or anything, I suppose?

[ Let's hope so, because they're already inching closer and closer to the bay door by the minute. ]