Several weeks had passed since the ragtag crew of the Albatross had been tasked with finding a misplaced OPA asset. Details had been sparse at best, but Violet had expected Keith and Dieter to return with a weapons cache, or perhaps some much needed supplies -- what she had not been prepared for was for only Keith to come back with a battered young Belter woman who could barely stand, an Earther brute carrying said woman, and then another injured Earther male. And there had been no sign of Dieter. The last revelation had stung more than Violet wanted to admit to herself. For years now, she had been on her own and she thought she had gotten used to people walking away or abandoning her. And then Dieter had come along. She'd been naive, and she was willing to own that much, but she did her best to hide her pain from the others that were now on the old ship. The crew had waited as long as they could on board the Albatross for their companion to change his mind, but he never returned. With Dieter gone, Marston decided to try her luck elsewhere as well. Violet couldn't blame the woman there. And so, the crew of the Albatross was reduced to just herself and Keith. Now, the Albatross was docked in a relatively isolated port on Io. Violet was down in the engine room running a few diagnostics. She was keeping to herself as much as possible, avoiding the newcomers as best she could, while she recovered from the blow Pallas had dealt her. Recover was a loose term. It was more akin to her burying the pain and locking it away. Just another scar to remind her of how the world really was. A spell of dizziness washed over the woman and she swayed in place, grabbing for one of the handrails nearby to steady herself. "Bloody hell..." She muttered to herself, running her free hand down her face. Over the past few weeks, the spells had been getting more and more frequent, and it was often accompanied by a wave of nausea. Symptoms that she attributed to the her body still recovering from the Subzero withdrawals, and the stress of Pallas. She'd kept them to herself, not wanting to make Keith feel any worse for the decisions that he had made to save her life. This time, however, the nausea didn't fade as it normally and she quickly realized that she was going to be sick. Clamping a hand over her mouth, she turned to bolt towards her room. Unfortunately, in her rush, Violet forgot about the panel that she'd opened above her and when she moved, the corner clocked her smartly on the side of her head. In her unstable state, it sent her sprawling onto the metal surface of the floor. Not my most graceful moment. She thought bitterly.