Stavanger Bay Cause when the train wreck comes gonna leave them out

sandpiper's expression seemed overwrought, and the bright amber of her gaze fell to rosalyn with surprise as she brought up smokestep. a sense of guilt and a sense of anguish pressured her and she looked away, her throat suddenly hoarse. she could not offer anything in return - her pride was too stung, her ego too wounded -- anything that came out of her mouth would be toxic and unkind. even though she knew she was being childish. 

so she kept it shut.

she just nodded; it was not a very fulfilling gesture, but it was a far measure kinder than the acerbic words that fluttered in her thoughts. rosalyn was a better woman than she - more worldly, a better fighter, possibly a better crewmate -- and it burnt sandpiper to the core to acknowledge that.