The woman frowned as she listened to more of Doc's story. The fact that Doc once gunned a man down didn't surprise her at all, but it was the mention of Midori that made her feelings really hit rock bottom. She almost forgot Doc was a married man. Knowing her emotions were being fickle from the Grog, it made her feel really uncomfortable. Rubbing her eyes with her fingers, she sighed as she recomposed herself back to a more professional attitude.
Still, she felt disgusted at how Doc's family life was turning out to be. Placing the Black Grog down, she said, "Senor... I know it's not my place to say this, but... I feel you're looking at your familia problems the wrong way. If I was your precious Midori, Senor, I would be wholly and unconditionally proud of you for not only doing something you loved, but for also saving lives in doing so. Hell, I'd pilot my own freighter and help ship supplies to Med.Force.One once in a while, bringing our nino's and nina's along to teach them first-hand the basics of flight, and make them proud of what their papito did to put food on our tables.
"In the Empirio, Senor, mujeres's don't have time to sit in the sidelines and just take care of the household. Everyone has to constantly find ways to bring in either goods or credits for the Empirio. But no matter how little our time is that we spend with our relatives, we work hard to cherish every second of it like fiestas, for we never know if we'll ever see each other the next day."
She sighed again before continuing, "I've pondered about leaving the Corsario, not because I have a grudge against them, Senor... but because I have no familia to come back to. I was my mama's firstborn, and she died when I came into this universe. Papito never remarried, and he died almost right after my Rite of Adulthood because I couldn't get him fast enough to a doctor. My other relatives like any uncles, aunts or cousins I may have had, they disowned me ever since my great dishonor. And my remaining Intocable amigos had perished from that BHG ambush.
"I've had many ask me, 'Why do you still wish to help the Empirio, when you're basically dead to them?' Some days... I just don't know what to answer them anymore. But the funny thing is, by Madre Mia's grace, I still get up and help my people anyway. I guess..."
She paused a bit, "... I guess you could say what drives me to help is... that I don't want the future generations of the Empirio to experience the life that I led. Do you find that strange, Senor? I do, and many other gringo's I've met think so too."