Lady kept for nine months in space, [ Alayne notes quietly, something vaguely rueful (or is it nostalgic) in her voice. She hasn't spoken to either Hansen about the Tranquility, though by now Chuck has seen the number inked into her skin during her time there. ] Even with the gardens there, I think she found it dreadful.

No sun and no sky. And all that metal. [ A pause. The sound of her nose crinkling and uncrinkling. Then reluctantly: ]

She would perhaps benefit from one.