"It... it's complicated," Faye sighs first, rubbing her face with her bare palm, willing the butterflies to subside for good. When life was always on the run and about chasing down the next bounty head, she didn't have to dwell on memories from the past, of seeing Vincent standing on that street, his hair billowing in the wind like some type of stormcloud circling in the sky. Or the feel of the point of his blade as it slid down her chest, and the sudden snap of a string as he cut away the button of her shirt.

"There was this doctor, I don't know much about him," she begins, "and I don't care to find out. But he made this virus, planned on setting it off for some kind of political movement, tested it on people. Only one man survived. Something in his blood... made him immune. And he found his way to Mars, when the rest of the crew and I were hunting. I found him. But that meant being exposed to the virus."

She slipped more marbles onto the towel, a few clicking together, the sound reverberating in Faye's jaw.

"For some reason, he saved me."