It was one of those undeniable laws of the universe, really; Turks drank, the planet turned, everything was going to go wrong eventually. That Reno did it a tad more on the boat had been a direct result of him dying.

He rolled his eyes, casting her a tired look. "You don't temp as a Turk." A sigh, "It's not the way of things, 'm not gonna blame you. You're a Rookie, but you've gotta learn it fast."

There's a pause.

"Not that you need to listen to me. I ain't even in the pecking order anymore."