This is a much better death than the first one she saw. Old age, surrounded by the type of friends who'd bust you out of a hospital so you could die somewhere pretty? They should all be so lucky.

(She almost certainly won't be. She tries not to be jealous.)

Stacia starts giggling during the heist and doesn't stop until it's all over, though it gets damp there at the end. She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand and looks around for her escort.

"So, I'm guessing what I'm supposed to get out of this is that something's wrong with Wash and it's fixable?"