"That was one of the things about Hell, we didn't have many books. Everything else was always more urgent when we were searching for supplies." Sometimes she felt vaguely guilty about it, as if it were a deliberate neglect of her mind. "I did a lot more writing than reading."

Just chatting about silly things is a relief. "I dunno, poor guy could've had scurvy and needed a bit of vitamin c. You laughing at a guy with a medical condition?"

She has to admit, she's somewhere between awestruck and a bit embarrassed. It makes her feel like a bit of a redneck. "So you play anything else, too?"