Lyngia scooped up the cookie and cast one last glance at the captain before taking her seat. Part of her was grateful for his choice to let her tardiness and the cookie thing slide; and another part of her was pissed that it had happened in the first place.  But she knew what anger would do - and an awkward first impression was better than one of her 'episodes.'

So she removed the cookie from its wrapper and cracked it open, popping the two halves into her mouth and studying the fortune. "You love Chinese food." Well, that wasn't a lie. She could feel the anger melting away, and, tucking the fortune into a pocket, she turned her attention to the ships controls. The anger disintegrated completely as she ran her hands over the controls, calm rushing over her. She loved nothing more than flying.

Now content, Lyngia settled into her seat, waiting for the all-clear from engineering.