What do I look like, A Priest? A sexy one, Maybe.

No. You might have killed me though, cos I’d have kept trying to, he snickered, then his head began nodding slowly. Yep. And so pissed.

Ruth rubbed his nose, Are you serio- You’re serious. He’d swear, voice grumbling at the idiot across from him. She’d be worried sick, thinking he was dead, or worse, was stuck somewhere. Her head would be a maze of spiralling possibilities.

But no. It got even worse when Nairn asked him to hit him. WHAT?! Ruth sat up, his one eyes glaring at him. And get hung for murdering you? What am I saying, she wouldn’t hang me, she’d make it hella painful. She’d hatch eggs in me, an huge exaggeration, use my corpse for god-knows what.

Ruth brandished a finger at him. No, you gotta make it that it’s not my fault. I ain’t doing shit without your engineer’s around. Fuck right off if you think dying is going to get you out of this.