"I already fixed our route, so we'll land where we're supposed to. As for these two… time to wake them up and ask whose brilliant idea it was to make a detour."
As soon as Penny said that, she flicked the captain's nose to wake him up.
"A detour?" Atlas muttered under his breath, confused. "What are you saying?"
"Call it luck — our luck being on our side today or just these guys' luck is just bad that we are here. When we came in here, I smelled something. It took me a while to recognize the scent; it's the smell of bullshit," she said, glancing back at him. "I confirmed it when I sat down and listened to the memos in the headphones. Of course, you didn't hear them because they were on mute."
For a moment, Atlas was stunned. Thinking back, Penny had pressed a lot of buttons when she sat down and "pretended" to maneuver the craft. At the time, it seemed like she was just playing around, but only now did he realize she had something else in mind.