Actual. For food. Or for payment and then it was food for other people. The hand holding planet. A friend of mine had mentioned a favorite meal of his so I wanted to arrange that while we were there and I figured Sascha could use some and the ship not that Wrath was ever too fond of the actual meat. [She's rambling. She doesn't need to feel guilt over that. She has plenty of other things to feel guilty for first.]

I hadn't... The raiders were the first humanish lives I'd taken since I was home. So, about two years.