"Depends on how you define catch," Erin answers philosophically. When they get into Tauva she takes a seat at the bar; best to let Blackbeard decide if he wants to stand behind the bar or drag a bottle out. Either way she digs a pair of cigars out of a belt pouch and lays 'em on the bar, scooting one some distance away; for her conversation partner, if he wants it. "Welcome aboard the Serena Eterna, Captain Blackbeard. Depending on your perspective we are either prisoners or denizens of the tiny world that is this ship and its immediate environs, and the price of passage is that the god of this world feeds on our passion. So: free food, free water, free medicine, because dead people don't feel feelings. Get murdered? You get to wake up the next day, hale and hearty - because dead people don't feel feelings."

Erin cuts the tip of her own cigar with a belt knife; no sudden motions, and she sets the blade aside when she's done. "But I've started to look at it like this: are any of us from a world without suffering? This one's not so different in that regard."