"With more atmo between me and it."  The answer was frank and more than a little indicative of how Sarah Beth felt about being cooped up inside a ship.  "Back home, even on the loneliest stretch of land, you always knew that if you kept riding the fence you'd find someone.  Out here," she gestured towards the bulkhead in the general direction of the tail end of the ship, "a body gets to going and there's no guarantee that you'll find a body, or even anything.  Sometimes I hear ships just keep going and going and never come back."<br/><br/>"Ain't a comforting thought," Sarah Beth said and sat the coffee cup down largely untouched.