Maybe if Varker asked nice, she'd ask to borrow the Admiral shaker that could make him nice and sloshed.

She decided to sit in the heavy chair, letting her hands warm her drink.

"It was always one more raid, one more thing. And he was an asshole. Because you stayed- or you went back to being dead. So no, not free at all."

She shrugged.

"But I can't tell you what to expect, doctor. The deals are real enough, and I've seen people leave. So, you have options. You don't have to go back to your world, once you're done."