Yeah, it was about time to rip the bandaid off, before she got the wrong idea. Zaeed grunted and answered the question as simply as possible. "Dead, or still in cryo. You weren't scheduled for shift. Something went wrong with your pod. Same for us. We had to give the last crew a proper burial." He grunted and growled to himself. "Situation's FUBAR, fucked up beyond recognition. They died of some damned plague and the ship sat there on auto-pilot until the engines stopped working, and when some cryo pods went bad... well, guess it's our shift now."

He snorted. "Welcome to the shit show, kid. When I'm not patrolling, that engineer's got me doing spot welds to save him some time. Least the engine works again."