Lyngia laughed.  "The Trantis Run? Of course I can do that, Captain." She grinned, like the question was the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard. "They test us with that at the Academy, you know. I ran it at least a hundred times." Waving her hand, as if it was no big deal, she sat down gracefully, the movement fluid and almost feline. Her grin was certainly a Cheshire grin.

"And I could do it with a ship twice this size," she added softly, twirling a strand of bright magenta hair around her finger. "That's my specialty, actually. Performing maneuvers meant for small ships with very large ones. It comes in handy." Not that she'd ever tell them how, or why, she'd developed that particular talent.

And Lyngia found herself already bored by the formalities that these military types were so fond of. While she waited for the great Chief of Engineering to try to explain why the maneuver was a bad idea, she swung her legs over the arms of her chair and lounged, flicking a piece of lint off of her knee.