Maya hadn't meant to delve that far into his mind. But she was untrained and untested. And, frankly, unapologetic. There wasn't enough time or energy in the galaxy--any galaxy--for shame.

Just a shrug.

"Too much effort," she said, twisting a piece of hair so tight around the tip of her finger that it turned white.

It was actually sort of nice to meet a kindred spirit, of sorts. She'd met a surprisingly large contingent of prisoners with her mental disability. Not as many who knew a kriffing thing about addiction. At least he knew what he was talking about.

"What was your drug of choice?"