'I think that's an admirable attitude,' Tayrey agrees. 'Moral problems excepted, any work is better than none at all, and if you find you don't care for it, you can always try something else. It seems there's a shortage of workers here.' It's true that there are plenty of jobs she wouldn't want to do herself, but most of them would still be preferable to having nothing to do.

Her enthusiasm doesn't dim. 'I'm sure you'll pick it up quickly, regardless. The administrative side of my job shipside is... not my favorite part, I'll be honest, but it's all reasonably straightforward.'

Now, though, there's something else she has to ask. Her voice softens. 'Did you remember anything else about your past? I wondered if arriving here might have repaired whatever's preventing you from recalling it all.' If it could heal Tayrey's wounds, she reasons, maybe it could do that too.