[ Lance remembers Inui looking back at the incoming horde of trilobites, expression shock-still, legs frozen. Not too long ago, that'd have been him, so maybe that makes him inclined to sympathy. ]

Hey, maybe they chart courses over coffee, don't judge.

[ Not that he's speaking from experience...like, the morning of a practicum....or anything......... ]

We should probably head up. Cockpit's near the front-top. [ A beat. ] Usually.