I was thinking about it. Can't have you out and about when you're in a state, after all. [It's said jokingly. Fang's ambling pace guides them to her ship — a sleek little number that had been frankensteined from what she thinks used to be a military grade shuttle — she can't remember, now. The old girl had been through so many fights, upgrades and near-scrapped disasters that it's only her aptitude for repairs that kept it in fair enough condition. She often joked that the thing was held together by duct tape and her own prayers. How true that was remained a mystery.

The cockpit's only just big enough for her to stretch out her legs, so she says to Faye:] Sorry, sweetheart. You'll have to take the trip in my lap — won't be long, though. Hope it's no trouble.

[She has a feeling that it's not much trouble at all.]