There's a touch of surprise on Wayne's face, because...yeah. That's generally how vehicles are supposed to be, right?

"I mean it's not like this is Disthlarn Moon. It's just a regular ship, dude." Sorry Security, you're gonna have to deal with casual address again. Wayne moves past his much larger armored companion and leans his hand on the console, reaching to flip several switches that cause the ship to thrum quietly to life the pneumataphore tank starting to disperse fluid into the rest of the flight mechanism. He's clearly flown this thing before, and doesn't seem to particularly mind Security's presence.

"If you wanna head up, navigation's yours."