"A whole lot. You should totally do it and make people wonder if you got possessed or replaced by a changeling or something," Chase says. He flops back to sit on his bed, breathing out a sigh of relief. She's not mad. She's at least nominally okay with it. He's a goddamn warden.

Then he pats the bed for her to sit with him. "I have no idea how I'm going to do this," he complains. "I only like about two people on this ship and I can't be a warden for either one."