[ Lucretia just gives her a look, and doesn't remind her that her age is nearing twice what would be considered a good long run for any human.

But she knows what Lup means. And she's right. Lucretia hums, brushing her thumb idly against her glass as she considers it. ]

Travel just for the hell of it? Without needing to record the history of any doomed worlds or scramble to find the Light before the Hunger comes or try to stave off the end of the universe?

[ She taps her fingers on the table thoughtfully. ]

I could fuck with that.