"Aww, look, he does have a heart," Myitt sneers, hugging Jess at arm's length. "Good to see you, too, kid." She grins. "Yeah, we're doing okay. Besides the tomato sauce." She glares at Neimad. "You think it's easy to grow tomatoes in space dirt?"
The bartender refills Yarin with a wistful glance at the shadowy rafters. Oh, the angst.