Alyss was quietly sitting in a corner of the one of the secondary ship lounges. There were three total, seeing the sheer size of the ship, and she figured that seeing she’d never been to this particular one, she’d be able to have some peace and quiet away from everyone else. Curled up in her seat, she was attempting to keep herself occupied with a fiction novel uploaded onto her tacpad, one that Roland highly recommended for her.

So far it was rather boring, but a part of her was curious enough about it to continue reading.

The III had almost reverted back to her past disheveled look, seeing as she hadn’t slept at all since her fight with Jorge. Dark circles lay under her eyes and her hair was a frantic mess. But stim-packs were a godsend.

The ships medics were worried that she was addicted to them. Which she clearly was, but none of them were willing enough to try and fix that problem.