[She's waiting patiently, taking a bit of pride at his attention towards what she considers testaments to her timeline. At his comment, though, she gives a snort of laughter and casts a wary eye back at the Falcon.]

Oh god, no. I don't even get in the Falcon if I don't have to. I hate flying, you wouldn't catch me dead piloting the thing.

[She keys up the ignition and the Warthog rumbles to life.] This, on the other hand, I'm definitely rated for.