There wasn't a lot that could stop her mid ramble like she was currently on. Involved in something - utterly unimportant and yet complicated, to one of the voices she knew better than any other in half the galaxies, and that said a lot, because she always knew more than most.

Eyes wide, she turned to face him.

Actually, face him. Not just an image in his head, a whisper in his mind.

But real, actual, Mordecai. The person. Not the image on the screen. Not the false reality where she pretended they all burst into her control core and took her on adventures and all the stupid lies she told herself hoping someone was coming from her.

The person she had led into death over, and over, and over again. All on Jack's orders.

From between her fingers, the drink slips with a shatter of glass on the floor. "Mordecai? Is that really you?"