"Yeah," George said. The last thing she wanted to do was get caught up the angst-fest that was Clarice's life. George felt a sudden strong empathy for Rube having to put with her own whinging and sarcasm and general muleheaded refusal to accept her lot in life...death.

"In that case, maybe we should talk to Faith. As soon as we're done dealing with Lucy, there's still those others who died when her plane crashed to take care of. Now that transmitter crew are back, we can head out as soon as we're ready."

"In fact, since I don't need to worry about Lucy, if I hadn't already said I'd help retrieve her body, I'd start on that now."