[ There were a lot of harsh truths to deal with when it came to Project Freelancer. Hurts that ran too deep for them to simply 'go away'.

Green gaze flicked to North, then set themselves on a fixed point on the wall behind him. At least back home, even a dead end had been progress. Here, here, was a delay, a distraction, a dream with things - people - she had lost. ]

Define 'unconventional' in a place like this. [Bitterness seeps into her words.] Whoever they are, whatever they want, they better have a damned good reason for it.

And if they don't..

[...Needless to say, it would probably end about as well as Project Freelancer did. ]