Mika whistled. "your mother was<i>that</i>girl?" she asked. The standard video was played on every comm screen aboard every ship under control of an ITC gateway during transit. It told of the dangers should anything go awry, somehow managing to downplay the "instant jellification" grizzly fate of inertial compensator failure, death by gravitatioal spagettification due to ship being out of position, or the effects of a spacecraft collision due to pilots not following procedures on either end and make them all sound like she was talking about the dangers of swimming in a neighborhood swimming pool.<br/><br/>Mika laughed as she remembered some of colleagues' reaction to<i>Bitchin Bombshell Betty</i>, though she didn't dare repeat the nickname, not in mixed company.  "I can see why you would hold it in, it's only natural. They beat it into us in the corps to talk about the dead, both the good, and the bad, it keeps us from dwelling on the memory too much. "I think someone called it an Irish Wake, though I'm not sure what htat has to do with anything, I'm not even sure what an Irish is."