[ So Jim is the friend he mentioned, then. That makes sense. Jim Kirk had a way with people, of course, he would have made connections here. Her steps don't falter but she feels like she should be tumbling to the ground from all the weight pressing in on her. ]

I'm sorry for you, too.

[ Pain is something she knows all too well. She's used to losing people. So many lives lost to one cause or another, and it never gets easier. If anything, it just keeps getting harder, that ache burrowing deeper into her soul until she feels completely hollowed out.

After a quick glance over at him, she continues, needing to fill the emptiness with the only thing she has left: memories. ] He was the first person I met here, not long after I woke up. The first person I trusted. We talked about life in space, compared stories about our crews and ships. I tried to help him adjust to things here.