BEACHES ECT
Roy was initially surprised by the hug, but it quickly gave way to a grin as he returned it. As Skiffle returned to playing, he looked over at Gigi.
"You see, Steele, that's the problem with helping rich, entitled people. That kid? She was already in custody. If I'd decided to wait another five minutes, she might be on her way to a Demon larder right now. We run her through a basic medical check up, give her some food, and pack her in a room full of other kids, sleeping on the floor, and she's grateful."
His face twisted in distaste as he continued. "Now, your 'beloved' was never in custody...she came to ASK for help, when she probably could have bought her way off the station. But, hey...why pay for something the Delta Fleet is giving away, right? She got free food...better stuff than the kids got, probably, since she was eating from the Admiral's table. She got a luxury room and her own boy-toy bodyguard...and she's upset that she can't get more."
He looked at Steele again, this time without any judgment...the most open, concerned look he'd ever spared the pilot. "And you want to marry that? Someone who's always going to be asking for more, who can't be content with what she got?" He shook his head and looked away again, watching the wave of kids giving out hugs throughout the beach.
"I admit, I don't know the first thing about being married...but that sounds like a great recipe for misery, to me."