CT blinks, then chuckles slightly under her breath—okay, there's a specific option she hadn't entertained. Call it pessimism, but it's hard to imagine anything worth happy crying about out here. "Oh, well, that'd certainly do it. I swear people almost came to blows over our shipments of the good stuff, back in the day."

'Back in the day' as if it hasn't only been maybe a year for her, since she was still in Freelancer. What can she say, it's what it feels like.

"Enough to be supplied for a bit?"