Re: ransom + mariner.
"So it's not good news." Mariner concluded. She sighed and looked down at her feet, momentarily trying to imagine what in the hell she could do at a place like this. She missed Starfleet. But she would never admit it, least of all to Ransom.
Mariner, who had recently discovered that 'thirsty' was an idiom for something else entirely in this time, shot Ransom a narrowed gaze. "You're thirsty." The angry expression seemed to disappear as quickly as it appeared, as she focused on looking around curiously. "But a punch bowl sounds real good."
She managed to grab another drink from a passerby instead. "So anyway. What are our options, realistically?"