'I never came across any gods worth believing in,' says Tayrey. She hadn't. Only beings who thought their advantages made them superior, and she didn't have time for that. Unless she's agreed by contract to take orders from someone, she's treating them as her equal, strange powers or not. 'That smile's been a long time coming, probability gave me damn good kicking first, but at least it's not to blame.' The idea of some god choosing to ruin her life is exponentially worse.

She's trying not to think too much about how she died, and the hell she went through first, so she grabs hold of something else. 'You're telling me your ship didn't allow booze? I can't imagine the troubles the Tradelines would have with recruitment if they held to a policy like that. But I've got to say, the coffee here is awful. And I know, because they grew good coffee on one of the moons of my homeworld. I used to have it imported shipside.'