"Duh." She rolls her eyes. (Who is she today? Would Shrike do this? No. This is Libby, all the way down, the real girl under the candy shell she's trying to make. Libby clung to Nikolai, Libby played stupid fucked up games with Syg.

She tries and tries and tries and it's not sticking, it doesn't fit, she can't do this. But she's going to die if she can't make this work. She has to keep trying.) Then she digs the needle she stole from medbay hard into her wrist, far enough to scrape bone, and hisses.

"It's gonna be the only thing left of them, it better fucking be permanent." She turns around and fumbles for the bottle she left behind her back, takes a swig. While she's not looking at him she adds: "The ship took my people. The bitch."