No, no wrong intent. Shrike plays at being hard, but give her a kid and she's broken. Like now, with a sweet, gentle smile.

"Kind of a battle." She can tell him. He's just little, he won't fuck her over. She starts walking to the kitchens. (That's her vomit dried on the floor.) "I--two people I knew are gone. So I miss them. And it's called a tattoo. It's permanent. You know, forever?"

She finished Nikolai's reaper already. Syg's spikes will take maybe another hour. She thinks after this she should add--no, not anyone else. That's like admitting they could leave her too. "It's like a battle 'cause I won't let this ship have them. I want them back. She can't keep them, fuck her, right?"