The human version of wallowing would probably drive Todd up a wall if he ever witnessed it. Endless crying, bemoaning one's situation. She hadn't indulged in such a way when Remy died, and she wasn't going to do so now either.

"I'd like that, thank you," she said in response to his offer, changing into the black under-uniform she wore under her leather combat gear. It was the most appropriate thing she had for running.

It would be nice to be off the ship for a bit. She didn't mind spending so much of her time on the hive, but she did miss the fresh air and glimpses of natural life. Perhaps it was the Logan in her yearning for open skies and the scent of pine trees, but at least it wasn't a strong enough pull to make her go crazy when they spent weeks on end without venturing off the ship.