As the crowd cleared Niccola stood looking utterly scandalized. There was no way she was having a child on this god forsaken wasteland. She wanted to go back up in the ship and live out the rest of her days barren, sipping martinis and having very protected sex with whomever she pleased. None of this was how life should have turned out and while she both knew that and had largely accepted it, the thought of reproducing down here and somehow being normal just seemed so wrong that it was impossible for Niccola to wrap her mind around. She was too upset for words and didn’t bother saying anything to anyone. Sure all around people were whispering to each other, asking questions, making theories. She didn't care to be part of any of that. Who did she need to petition to get out of here?
She figured Piers understood exactly how she felt. She glanced around at the crowd of people and quickly turned to go back to their tent, brushing off the men who approached her along the way.