The woman immediately poured out a glass of the strongest scotch she could find, and found an empty table to sit down in and think. What happened was not as simple as merely blowing up an escort and pirating a trader. She was offered to leave her life of piracy behind, to began anew. And she refused.
There was a sense of freedom that came with being a pirate, the kind of freedom that could never be found while under the watchful eye of the government. This freedom came at a price, but was sweet nevertheless.
After looking at the rest of the group, she quickly downed her remaining scotch.
As the other two broke away to pick their poison, Mordecai realized that Rebecca had taken a seat over at a far table. Not wanting to simply leave her lonely, he noted the caliber of scotch that she had poured herself, and grabbed a bottle of wine that would compare nicely.
As he grabbed the wine from the wall, he made his way over to where the woman was sitting, and sat across from her.
"Something on your mind, Ms. Brown?" He said, as he poured himself a glass.
Upon finishing up her glass of scotch, the woman look at the person she was sharing the table with. "O-oh, it's nothing. I just threw away whatever chance I had left of living an ordinary life, that's all..."
Pushing her own, empty scotch glass aside, the woman grabbed Mordecai's wine glass instead and began drinking it.
For a moment there was silence at the table as the woman finished drinking the wine glass. Pushing it aside towards the empty scotch cup, she replied to the man.
"Somehow I feel like I just can't go back to my old life. It's almost as if all of that happened a lifetime ago. I just can't imagine living a civilian life anymore..."
He nodded, looking down at the table for a brief moment, before looking back at Rebecca.
"Well, I suppose I can see where you're coming from. We've all been doing this for so long that life as a member of the general populace seems impossible. It seems like it never even happened."
Crafting silence into action, he subtly tilted the wine bottle until a small puddle formed in his glass. Taking care not to drink from the side where Rebecca had laid her lips, he sipped up the drink.
"But, tell me, though; Under these circumstances - your debt, your life here - do you regret the decision?"
He smiled, knowing that his comment had hit the right mark.
"So what is their to drink away? Why be flustered? Sure, you were given a chance to stop all of this ruckus and turmoil, in your life. But for what? To return to practical slavery, under a corporation? Restricted space flight? Drab people, horrid living, disgusting planetary slums? Their offer could only hurt you, not make anything better."
"It's just...I dunno. I kept telling myself that someday I could return to my normal life. Now it's become quite clear that could never happen. But now I feel a whole lot better, thanks."
Getting back up from the isolation of her table, the woman re-joined the rest of the inhabitants in idle conversation.
