Hope you're not stuck with seven other chucklefucks like I was.

[He finds that he means it; they might've gotten used to close quarters on the Starblaster, but it's been a decade since then, and he can't picture the Lucretia in front of him rooming with a whole lot of strangers.]

I've got my own place, I'll put the address into the device they gave you, if you want.

[Despite... everything, he can't just cut her out of his life, especially when it's just them.]