She laughed.  Kenzie felt real laughter bubble in her throat at the thought of the two of them running around the ship naked.  “Doesn’t surprise me,” she returned. “Jules is the most stubborn person I know when it comes to winning a bet.  I couldn’t look at you straight if you’d admitted to me you let Walter beat you on that one.”  She tilted the bottle still in her hands, eyeing the inside, but the dark fiery liquid was basically gone.<br/><br/>She set it down and quickly prepared herself a plate of the food, returning, more at ease, to the table with the other two.  She never shared stories of her life or her past.  Usually she was the quiet one, listening while Walter and Jules recounted their adventures over a few classes of cheap whiskey or wine.  Whatever they could get their hands on with limited funds.  She would sip her drink and nod along, wishing life had been so simple for her in the past.<br/><br/><em>It’s simple now.</em><br/><br/>If only it were that easy.  “I’m not too miffled that growler is off the menu,” she finally offered.   “When I was a kid, we didn’t have much money.  Dad worked hard, but the pay wasn’t great and that’s about all we could ever afford - if we could afford meat.  I’ve sworn it off ever since I came into my own.  You’ll never hear me complain about it’s absence.”  She twirled her fork around on her plate, her eyes shifting away.  What Kenzie did share was experiences, laced in words that connected them in no way to people, places or actually events in her life.<em>Men like that are dangerous.  They’ll keep an extra knife in their boot to stab you in the back as soon as you’ve agreed to their terms.    The last highrise at the end of main has a hideaway house for criminals on the run from bounty hunters.  Our mark will likely be there.</em>Helpful, indicative, but never any details on how or why she knew what she knew.<br/><br/>There were reasons for her lack of details.<br/><br/>“Not sure I could have lasted six months with such a limited… supply.”  She looked at Jules, the other woman’s face dancing with a delightful grin. It was like they knew, where her head was at.  She put down her fork and leaned back, the whiskey finally taking the edge off her nerves.<br/><br/>“So six months of nothing but growlers and sex.”<br/>