He cocked one of his eyebrows. While she didn't seem like a typical woman, he'd have never guessed that was her past.
"A Rogue you say? I ran into them a couple times. Chased me through Colorado for several hours a while back. I never thought I'd be happy to run into the Liberty police. Luckily they were too busy to get a clear scan of my cargo, so I ran the hell away while they were shooting each other."
Ethan took one last drag of the cigarette, and dropped it on the ground. He stamped it out with his foot, gathering himself before answering.
"There was something I noticed about those people that I started to envy. They believed in what they were doing. They had a purpose in life, and each of them was willing to die for their cause, and for the man next to them. As much of a rush as it was, my life was a cheap thrill, and cheap thrills tend to fade away and turn into nothing. I ran into a string of bad luck, my come-uppance you could say, and all I learned was that I was hopelessly alone. So I'm here, to make something out of myself, before I end up like just another wreck floating in some nebula, no one bothering to claim it or the body inside."
He scratched his eyebrow with thumb and put his arms behind his back, almost mimicking the at ease position if he wasn't slouching on one leg.
