"Not the first time I've fallen off the world," she said with a shrug. "Won't be the last."

She went to the replicator and had it reproduce a pair of gloves. She tossed them at him. "Doesn't mean we're not trying to find a way home," she said, arching a brow. "But as long as I'm here, I'm doing my part. And you want to know what?" she asked, sitting on a table. The small dragon like familiar moved to curl up on an end table near the door, watching him. "This place is a **** of a lot better than home. Do I miss some of the people there? Yes. Do I miss starving? Not a *****ing chance."