70 million klicks from anywhere a human would want to be. Sitting aboard the Sparrow-Hawk as a simple passenger. Having enlisted the captain for transporting his group to the Juno outpost. It should only be a few more days until they reach their destination. One bright spot being the more he drank the more time seemed to blur into the past. Matt was just helping himself to downing another bottle in the canteen. Every so often one of his compatriots would pass through to join him for a bit before he'd either pass out on the seat or they'd make their way back to their own cabin. Eventually the captain of the ship came by. "Evening cap. Want to join me for a little night cap?" Waving the bottle in hopes of tempting her to join in for some night time activity.