Tibulus simply nodded away at what Stryker said. It's hit the point where talking is no longer as effective as actually doing, so Tibulus prepared himself for any more fanciful flying. Well... "prepare" was a bit of an overstatement. In reality Tibulus started doing some fanciful weaves and stunts with the ship, nothing too crazy, and in just the right pattern to dodge what was coming at the ship. There was nothing else to say anymore. The only thing that mattered is getting these guys out of here when they need to get out, then Tibulus could take a break and have someone else drive.