Beth watched the decanter pour itself. A small smile crossed her face. By the sound of it none of the others were at all interested in flying, and of course Amir gave her the spot. She sat back in the chair and listened to his plan. It was not fool proof. Shit it wasn't even a good plan. She had heard worse, but only once before and it was a plan out of an eight year old's mouth. They didn't have a lot of options though.

“[color=92278f]I suggest[/color],” Beth started, “[color=92278f]that I head toward the docks and find a viable ship while the diversion is being set off. That way when you all meet me there I'm ready for you and we can just go[/color].” That probably sounded like she was going to desert them. She frowned unsure of how to make it sound better. There were too many dangers in space for her to survive on her own, that alone must be clear to the rest of the group.