"Well, am I supposed to swoon into your arms, Mr. Hero?" Shira laughed, deflecting the moment with humor. "Still, that's funny. Not that you saved me - as grateful as I am - but rather that we ran into each other now. It's a small ship for sure. But you know I was mostly joking about you being a bad omen, right? Although<i>now</i>I can only think that the engine failure happened because you were stationed there. Post hoc, ergo propter hoc."<br/><br/>"Thank you." She could do that much, at least. Shira processed the situation in the back of her head as she spoke. Of course she was grateful. Shira had thought before about how she'd react when faced with a member of the crew that rescued her, though the idea was that they had been doing their job - she'd thank them, and life would go on. This felt...borderline confrontational to her. They worked together, and now Kaz would only serve as a reminder of something she'd rather forget. Who would have been a co-worker and drinking buddy was someone she both owed her life to and reminded her of something she did not want to think about.<br/><br/>"It's interesting you say the universe put you here. It's a little too vast to care for a few small humans, isn't it?" Shira finished her last drink as well, placing it down, and asking for the check. She wasn't really going to address the incident, and her change in subject was entirely intentional.  "I've always thought of events as causality and coincidences. Is that a figure of speech for you, or something you place some faith in?"