“You’re welcome.” Len just wants off this fucking planet. She’d so goddamn done right now. She needs to get back to the ship so she can take care of Jane’s back, tend to her own damn injuries, and then sleep for a friggin’ week.

She doesn’t have the breath to respond; if she opens her goddamn mouth it’ll show just how much pain she’s in right now. Which is the last thing she wants to do. She hasn’t been in this bad of shape in a long friggin’ time. And she doesn’t want Jane to worry.