[ York gives her a rueful smile, but she winces all the same. Man, this is gonna sound like bullshit. ]

Like shit, that's how. C'mon, you remember -- I was just trynna give you a hand, but you weren't havin' any of it. And then that big brutish asshole chucked a grenade a little too close to my face.

[ She smooths her hand over her intact left eye, out of habit. ]

'Course, and here's where it gets unbelievable, but I got that thing fixed on the last wacky space station I was trapped on. But hey, keep the questions comin', Tex. I got your answers.