Yeah. Space pirates. [and that 1999 dream sequence, but he's not going to mention that. he finds it best if he doesn't talk about any of his coma dreams at all, for himself and to avoid confusing other people. all it leads to is questions he has no interest in answering.] I stopped them from taking over a Mars base because everyone else in my agency are fucking useless.

[he rubs his temple, shaking his head as he takes a flask out to drink from. it's almost empty -- he was on his way to the kitchen to refill when he'd ended up here. fucking santa rosita. fucking california.]

I'm gonna get a cab back. You got money?