"There's no control, you know, which is like real life." Don't get her wrong there. She knows a lot about events hitting the fan and the shit flying everywhere. Yet she is here. There is no ship to catch. No way out. And you leave when you leave, seemingly without no say in the matter. It's like dying, and being reborn to continue on.

But she shrugs. "I think I know of some who would choose to remain here. Those who don't have anything to return to. I do, at least as far as I know. Suppose I could explode on my ship ten minute from returning."