"What, bodies?!" he yelps, chasing after her. "Usually a pretty long time! I've had this one my whole life!"

... Yes, so has everyone. This is one of the least helpful things to ever come out of President James Clerk Maxwell's mouth, and that's saying something.

And then he sees the junkyard. And, thankfully, words fail him. That's Hilde's junkyard, the one on the L2 colony cluster. She'd sold it before she moved to Mars. He swallows hard and turns away from it, tentatively touching the girl's shoulder.

"Gonna be okay? Do you need to puke? I can hold your hair," he offers.