Sarah drank some water, and soon trusted herself enough to speak without crying. “His name was Jeff,” Sarah said quietly. “I met him my very first day aboard<em>the Exodious</em>for training. For the past year he’s been...he was my assistant.” Being careful not to look at the body again, Sarah looked over the lockers until she found the number of the one she had used twenty years ago—or rather, little more than twenty minutes ago in her frame of reference. Inside, her belongings were relatively undisturbed. She quickly put on the cotton bra and panties, followed by her tech’s jumpsuit. It was beige, with a dark belt, boots, and a large number of pockets. One patch on her clothes signified her speciality as a robotics tech, and the other simply said "S. Nakano." She then put on her personal comm and tool kit—the kit had a large number of tools used to analyze and repair equipment all over the ship.<br/><br/>As she dressed she continued speaking, her movements slowed only slightly by her shivering. “Burial just sounds so old-fashioned,” any lightness in her tone was undercut by a slight shakiness. “But then I guess cremation doesn’t seem fitting for the first deaths on a new world.” She paused a moment, looking downward in shame. “Richard... I’m so sorry I froze up on that ladder. I could have easily gotten you killed. I promise I’ll do better if there’s more danger.”