With a wry smile, she simply shrugs and helps herself to a seat on the corner of his bed. "Only so far you can ride in this place."

Being a fugitive hasn't been easy, but there's a part of it that she enjoyed. When she was younger, all she wanted to do was to get her license and get out of town, to drive and drive and drive, windows down and radio on and wind in her hair, until she was far away from home.

She enjoyed life on the road even if she didn't enjoy life on the run.

While this is a much nicer cage, until she gets a passport she's just as stuck here on this asteroid as she is back on the island.

And she's had the island on her mind lately.

She takes a swig of her beer, wiping under her bottom lip with the back of her hand. "I've been thinking."