“No,” Lucky said, honestly. “I don’t think she is.” She hadn’t forgotten the computation surface, though its message hadn’t seemed as important as saying goodbye to her friend. Lucky finally looked down, where the screen still flashed. An unread message waiting for her to see. It wasn’t as though she was terribly eager to read it. Sending what she had would certainly change her life—if not forever, then at least for the next few months. Maybe years.