[You hear things in the hallways, especially when new people arrive. It's part of life being trapped on a ship with people who may or may not be pretty much insane. Hawke doesn't usually comment on any of it. It's not her business. Whatever troubles you have are your own. However that one sort of perks her ears because it's just such a curious thing to say.]

Dead... physically? Emotionally? Spiritually? ...Politically? Do you think they make graveyards for the politicians who kill their careers?

[Welcome to nonsensical musings with Marian Hawke.]