"If only it was that easy," Amy whispered, her voice low enough so no one else could hear. For the most part, she was over her father's death, but unfortunately any mentions of a new mission usually forced the memories to come flooding back. It hurt like hell, but she was trying her hardest to not let it interfere with her job.

As the rest of the crew mingled among themselves and asked questions, Amy finished up what was left of the sandwich. She also gulped down her orange juice before stacking up the cup on top of the plate in front of her. She would put them away in the dishwasher later on, for the moment she would wait until everyone was finished with their questions.