[Sure thing, bestie. Your browser history is safe with her.]

Yeah, okay. Consider it done.

[It looks like she's wrestling with whether or not to say something for a moment before it finally bursts out of her.]

I'm sorry, Boims, I should have been faster, I should have noticed that little ankle-biting weirdo, I should've been able to stop this!

[Mariner doesn't cry, as a rule, not in front of people, but there's no damn point in trying to have that tough front now. It didn't mean anything. Not when it got your best friend sentenced to a fate worse than death and you can't do anything about it!

She hunches up small, her knees drawn close, unconsciously mimicking Boimler's position. She rubs the heel of her hand into her eye, wiping away the tears, almost as if she's trying to put them back where they came from.]

I'm sorry, Brad.