She'd known she'd loose. She usually did. But that didn't really matter, in the long run.
Her kiss was passionate, but still wary. "I don't want to loose everything again. Especially since everything is going to include more important shit than computers and weaponry."
The thought that they could have been on the ship kept coming back over and over again, even though she knew it was stupid. They both could have died. If Nate had been slower, or they'd gone back when she suggested it. . . she shivered, and the blood that had risen to her cheeks during the argument fled, leaving her complexion white as paper.