Patrick lifts her down, and she glares over his shoulder at the pilot.

(There's nothing ahead but empty nights huddled against the cold alone, and she knows it, deep down she does, that she'll never touch his face his hair his body again, it's long days all right and empty nights in frozen hell; the reprieve is over, and this is Empathica.)

"And may you have twice the number," she snarls back.