"Duty?!" she eyed daggers at both the Daligig and the Kessek which chimed in "He has served on your ship, did your silly little tasks and fought in this stupid war FOR you because you're too full of your own self importance to fight for yourself!"

It was just like the war on Earth, the one her father died in. All the poor were sent to the front while the rich sat at the back giving orders and signing forms. Barbara folded her arms. If looks could kill, her scathing scowl might have put down small battalions on its own.

"You haven't cared about anyone on this ship before. Why are you starting now? Do you take pleasure from this-this harming of young life?" she growled up at them.