Myitt grins back at Breekan. "Thanks, buddy. Tara says thanks, too, that was her, you know." She taps a few controls and starts up the little hotwired discman, dangling under the control panel amidst a jumble of white, glowing wires. Patsy Cline's I Fall to Pieces starts up, tinny, over the communications system.
She listens to Mar and Breekan talk. "Oh, Mar. You know what cracks me up? You're just in denial about your addiction to mortality. You never go back, you know."