"You don't know the half of it, lamb," Pullo told her, once he had adjusted to the shock of almost having trampled her. It wasn't just the thirst for booze - though there was that - but the desire for something different from the everyday sameness of the ship and its crew. He loved 'em, don't get him wrong, but there was only so much staring at the same faces you could do day in and out without going stir crazy. "I just got off shift and I'm parched."