The teen's face fell. Maybe she was taking the situation too lightly, but it was really all she could do. Offer smiles, bad jokes, the sound of laughter somewhere. Her brain really hadn't processed the death yet, something she was quite known for (It had taken over a month for her to realize her Uncle was dead and for her to mourn properly). "...Also, we're not around any houses. The closest thing is City Hall and all that's there is a bunch of prolly' melted computers and...Well, maybe there were a few cops there, but I don't think anyone gets weapons there. Ser's right though, this place is pretty torn up. No food, no water...no...weapons, we're lucky to even get shelter." Her best friend's unchanging sour mood was starting to drag her own down a few notches though she was fighting it as best she could. But when two people as close as they were shared a bond, it was really, honestly hard to fight much.<br/><br/>"...Sorry, we kind of came super unprepared for sudden apocalypses...Bahaha, and they said it'd all end in 2012! How dumb, right?! ....Er..." The brief laugh choked from her throat midway and her mouth fell into a frown, one side twitching once or twice in protest. "...Sorry, Ser, I..." The sentence died out midway before she turned her gaze to Marco.<br/><br/>"So uh, you not from around here or sommin'?" As she asked this, her eyes turned upward. Now that her jacket was off, she could feel the...very distinct weather pattern of....nothingness? The air seemed...stale, there was no breeze, no real temperature. It was neither hot nor cold, humid nor dry. It was the strangest feeling against her skin, though her lungs and sinuses were quick to tell her the air was piercing at the very least. What kind of weather<em>was</em>this?<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>The copilot gave a heavy, bodywracking sigh. Her eyes closed and her hand came up to rub the bridge of her nose, the area between her eyes. There was a headache forming there, a worse headache than she usually carried about her. These two were going to be the death of her, rather;<em>Etienne</em>was going to be her death. He was always such a downer in situations he didn't need to be, or he was too fiery when the situation called for a calm mind. There was a better day, a brighter time when he would joke and play...those days were gone. He had really brightened the mood then, really...gave life to the ship, but nowadays it seemed like that job had fallen to Seven. It wasn't really anything he purposely did, either! It was all pure, unadultured innocence and simple cultural differences that made him so...cute? Funny? ...Creepy? All of the above sounded good.<br/><br/>"Ettie, please." She had finally had enough of listening to him complain. "It's bad enough we know it's going to happen, it's bad enough we're living through it...but really, you don't hear me singing about the eventual end of days. We all know what she's doing, I...would rather not hear it from anyone on this ship. Seven is right....I suppose. Though I never said I would rather be chasing some low-key criminal...it's beyond the point." She waved her hand. "I still set the coordinates, we're still heading there. Pardon my pessimism if I don't want to be greeted by fleshy puppets spewing blood or people still hardly alive screaming for help when we all know where they're headed. Pardon the lack of excitement in my voice as we come within inches of the bitch and she simply...<em>poofs</em>out into a fine black mist from under us! I just...I'm running out of options, I don't know what the Hell to<em>do.</em>I don't know how to kill her, I don't know the first fucking<em>thing</em>about her." Suddenly, hearing herself say that out loud, Kara realized how plain<em>dumb</em>that sounded.<br/><br/>Suddenly, though, she found she wasn't feeling so well. She had forced some food down for breakfast, something she didn't usually do. The woman ate generally once a day and never with the crew though she usually sat with them.  She stood shakily, one hand to her forehead, "...I'm not feeling well. I'll be back in a moment, sorry..." And with great haste she rushed from the bridge to make for the first private area of the ship with a disposal system.