Maggie laughs softly. "Well, at least I came to the right place."

She pulls a bottle of tequila from her bag, because even though she won't even make a dent in it, just a few sips at her lowered tolerance (the bottle will be drunk mostly by Iris, she's sure), she wanted something with a kick. Something she could feel going down. No mellow red wine today.

"I brought enough baggage about losing people with me. And the thing that eats at me the most is... I have a girlfriend with a ship that could take me anywhere and anywhen. Transportation is sorted. But until I have a deal safely in hand, this is it. I can't even promise visits; my virus is airborne back home, and the only reason it isn't here is weird Barge magic. I visit anyone, or anyone visits me, I doom their whole world. So every time someone I love leaves absolutely guts me. And then I feel guilty because my inmate feels guilty, and he has enough damn pressure on him already without me adding to it."