Ali prefered the solitude of travel to having to worry about crew and fights that may result in someone going outside for a walk. The ship was quiet as the vessel drifted through space. Only the soft hum of the electricle grid behind some of the panels could be heard. Ali was content trying to decide either chicken or fish for lunch. She caught herself giving a small smirk only after she realized they were both freeze dried and would taste the same either way.

The magnetic boots were the only real thing keeping her from floating around. It spent too much power to keep the artificial gravity on for the whole trip. No it was highly recommended that the ship conserve power for emergencies and things like life support. 

The main things to make sure of was the radar and collision system were given a daily once over. The reasons were one, it was busy work to keep people from space madness. Two it would save your ship if by chance another ship was going in the same direction. Too many of those stories where working off old gravity charts a pilot programmed a trip only to have another ship crash into them killing everyone. 

Ali became an above average mechanic, and a fairly decent pilot. The two skills she was trained on but after the accident she worked harder at being a damn good mechanic. Looking at her arms before making a fist with her right robotic hand. That would never happen again! 

Her exercise regiment all mental activities to keep her sharp were mysteriously overwritten with trids(3dvideos) of her favorite shows. She managed with some of the repair equipment and emergency parts to create a reclining chair. Moving one of the larger monitors to a bolted position above her head; Ali leaned the the full back position and binge watch some of them for a time.