Monica listened to Gregorio with a perked brow; honesty about ones profession was always the best bet of getting on her and Emerald’s good side; wouldn’t take on anyone that’d lie, although. In some case, some jobs, keeping it a secret isn’t necessarily a crime. She made a face, usually didn’t turn folk over to Alliance or Reavers. In fact the idea of feeding anybody to Reavers was appalling. Sure Emerald, the crew, and the ship had a reputation. But is that what folk thought? Damn why would anyone join willingly. She didn’t make a face when he screamed, although she was a little startled.
Monica didn’t say anything in response. She nodded at his explanation of his outburst. Reavers were in plenty of people’s thoughts on ship, she guessed; which brought her back to thinking of the situation with Talos. And Monica hoped that Emerald would listen. But, at the same time she felt guilty. Would she be able to leave him without any sort of help?
Monica didn’t want to pry, but she made note to ask Gregorio a question or two about his Uncle. She shivered at memories, which linked with the man’s uncle and her dislike for hospitals, her broken hand and Talos. Monica stared oddly at the sleeping form of Gregorio; was it entirely crazy that it seemed to her, just for a slit second, maybe in a twisted way everything was linked. Now, and then; all merged into one. Her eyes drifted back onto Joey. Then, before she knew it Monica doubled over and threw up all over the floor in-between the beds.