"Fuel," Erin answers simply. "Maybe company for that place's master, but mostly, fuel. It ran on passion, not Glamour but something like it enough for government work. I don't know how or why I got picked, only that somewhere back on my Earth there's an original running around that doesn't know I exist. Which is...fun. I hope her life is going better."

It is.

"As for the Mask, no one knows, or if they know they're not talking. It's been just me. There were Lost on the ship but they were Masked wholly, and this is the part of the story where you get real upset about me, 'cause I tanked attention off them by being real open."