Trust me, I've got no illusions about what kinda place this is.
[ But York shakes her head at the question, rubbing one hand along the back of her neck. ]
Not even close. I mean, for one thing, all the aliens back home are tryin' to kill us. But I didn't even come from home. Last eight months of my life were spent on a space station run by a rampant AI. You wanna talk about picnics and campfires, lady, I've got some stories.
[ York has a healthy appreciation for sarcasm. How else do you deal with shit like this? ]
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[ But York shakes her head at the question, rubbing one hand along the back of her neck. ]
Not even close. I mean, for one thing, all the aliens back home are tryin' to kill us. But I didn't even come from home. Last eight months of my life were spent on a space station run by a rampant AI. You wanna talk about picnics and campfires, lady, I've got some stories.
[ York has a healthy appreciation for sarcasm. How else do you deal with shit like this? ]