[Lex Costa - Private Quarters]
Splendiferous?
Costa shook her head, wondering what planet Cooper was on currently, because he wasn't on the Starbase. "Nah, Coop," she said when he asked in disbelief about her living quarters, "Stole it." Sure, she was squatting in this clean, roomy lieutenant's quarters while the real owner was away on mission. Never to return, because maybe she'd killed him and stuffed him in her wardrobe.
She moved toward the shelving units and reached up to the top shelf to grab the special bottle. It had no label, and inside the glass was a clear liquid. There was a date marked in some sort of pen on the neck of the bottle. She took a couple of glasses from another shelf, pulled the cork of the soju and poured a generous helping in each glass.
"All over," she responded to his question as she poured, her eyes flickering from the liquor to the model ships, "Some I picked up, others I made after servin' on certain types." She moved back over toward the sofa and held out a glass to him, some slight amusement returning when she realised how tired he must be.
"Tha' small freighter is the Presto, the family boat."
She sat on the cushion beside his, kicked off her boots and pulled her legs up underneath her. Once she was comfortable she held up her glass in a cheers. "Ta those we hafta leave behind." She took a long gulp, her shoulders beginning to relax as she sank back into the sofa, finally able to stop moving for a moment.