Grace couldn't blame the other woman for wanting to throw her journal. On several occasions, Grace had wanted the same thing, though she hadn't done it yet simply to offset cost of repairs. The little suckers were a mechanic's business, not a scientist's.

"You'd be joining the rest of us." She tried to remember just what had happened when they'd first met. Sara had helped Grace find a place to stay and explained the currency. What else...?

"Let me guess, other citizens are giving you other bullshit to contend with?"