"Mmhm. And then, in a twist of poetic injustice that I am not soon to forget? He used that very same life's blood to turn me into a pincushion. All in all, an exciting time."

And a dour subject. She was growing wearier and wearing from it and from the effort of staying awake. But she didn't want to drift off yet.

"At least that joke of a space suit got all the abuse it deserved."