"I'll sleep when I die," she replied with a shrug. She didn't mention that heading back to the sleep locker was the last thing in the world that she wanted. She had no need for Vagabond's smug smiles and barbed quips. Besides, what would he tell John? There was no knowing. She wasn't even sure why he hadn't ratted her out to Tarix or Sykes or even the admiral.
"I think I feel better out here with you than if I was back in my rack. Come on, I haven't even shown you where the knuckle-draggers make their moonshine!"