Patzee's anger flared again at the bartender's unhelpful comment. It was hardly a comfort to think of a dark ship full of dead families clinging to one another, the air sucked from their lungs because of something that was treatable. They literally had the equipment not twenty orbit cycles ago. Those poor souls could have lived if the powers that be had decided to keep class-6 on standby for cases such as this, but processing rates was more important than saving lives it seemed.<br/><br/>Patzee shuddered and then gulped down her drink, hoping the alcohol would drown out the merciless images from her head. She was intensely glad that Brennen hadn't let go of her hand yet, though with the strength of her grip might make that difficult. She stared blankly at the screen Brennen gestured at, distantly taking in the sight of the dusty red planet. Visiting the Red Rock had been on her bucket list but now it seemed very likely that she will never set foot on it.<br/><br/>"An ex-boyfriend maybe..." she said and motioned again for another glass. "Doesnt matter. Haven't spoken to him in eons. The bastard cheated on me and had horrible taste in music."<br/><br/>She coughed lightly after her feeble attempt at bringing back her old humor. It had served her well in hiding from the harsher realities of the universe but today she just couldn't drudge it up.<br/><br/>"Are you and your sister close?" She asked softly, sympathetic to Brennen's plight. All of Patzee's family was still planetside, only a commlink call away. She couldn't imagine having family so far away.