Ford ignored her, choosing to concentrate on the controls. Once he finally got the pod away, jettisoned off into space where it spun wildly until he could get it under control, he glanced over at her. "I was stuck on Earth for fifteen years. Barely escaped before I was trapped on prehistoric Earth and then in the hotel. How many spaceships do you think I've piloted in that time?" he pointed out testily. As if he hadn't wanted to get away. Self-preservation was his number one instinct.