"It could be a lot god-damned worse, trust me. First shift had to do some serious cleanup, and needed a hell of a lot more than some nausea meds for that." Yeah, they had to clean up the bodies of the last crew, so he was happy to take asteroids over that any day. His head shook and he laughed a dark, gallows laugh.

"This is better than just about any alternatives. Fresh synthetic slop, air to breathe and a ship that's held together by twine and one blasted engineer. You'll have a blast. Either way, we're leagues away from anyone's mother." And hell if he had any clue where his paycheck was.