"Fuck. We gotta get this ship out of here. I'm no helmsman, but maybe I can get us away safely. Just, hang on."
Sol ran to the bridge of the ship, into the helmsman's chair. Lots of buttons, only some of which Sol knew the purpose of. However, one button in particular stood out. He pressed it, hoping it was what he thought it was.
'Autopilot engaged. Select destination.'
"Thank god. Laika! Hold onto something. We are getting out of here!"
Entering coordinates for the Beta Canis Majoris system, Sol engaged the engines.