Why no one would listen to the long list of crimes Jack had done, she didn't know. The bullshit about how past crimes didn't matter shouldn't apply to cases like these. The damn security team had two people to vouch for how terrible Jack had been and yet, they were throwing them all in the brig to cool off.

And on top of it all, Jack was playing innocent. It was tempting to phase out of the cell and just go strangle the bastard where he stood, but then the whole ship would be out to get her. Killing a psychopath should warrant a parade, but a witch hunt. She'd had enough of those in the couple of decades she'd been alive.

Frustrated, she balled her fists around the bars and leaned slightly against them. The silence was getting to her and Jack was right, she wouldn't be quiet for long. "Hey, have you done the ship a favor and killed yourself off yet?" she called out. It wasn't hard to figure out who that was directed to.