[ It's difficult to talk about, she realizes. It had been difficult two years ago, when she had told her rescuers about what led her to them, but it had all been documented and recorded. She hadn't needed to recount it endlessly, and hasn't had to do so for some time now. ]

It was by chance that we-- My-- That Marcus and I found Mister Basher attempting to secure a shuttle and passage away from the ship. We didn't have the nanites to override the doors to the shuttle bay, so he had to open them himself. He left me in the pilot seat, with an autopilot program already loaded in. Marcus tried to buy us more time... I was the only one who made it out. It was just me in a shuttle I had no idea how to pilot, floating through space.

[ She wasn't left there long. Basher practically delivered her to van Rijn's people on a silver platter. ]

Then they found me, and took me in. I wasn't treated with suspicion or hostility, but with compassion. Based on everything I had been told, I expected them to do awful things to me. I expected to be wishing I could die. Instead, they helped me start a new life here. [ She laughs suddenly, in spite of herself. ] You asked me what I remember. I remember taking a bath. Forty-five minutes long. The bubbles smelled of honeysuckle. It was heaven.