"You sure you're all right?" Amy asks at the reminder, brow scrunched.

It seemed like a pretty hard crash, and all.

"Well the Enterprise probably isn't anywhere near Ganymede, even were we in the right year," she says, glancing about the room.

She takes a sip of her drink. She wishes it were real alcohol, but at least it tastes all right.

"An' it's a Federation ship, so I doubt you'll find many bounty hunters on board," she adds.