"Looking." Might as well be honest; she didn't really have either the inclination or even the energy right now to lie about it. "And then when I didn't find him, I went to Mars. And Ganymede. And then...nowhere."

She'd just turned off her engines in Jupiter's orbit and drifted, eating chocolate and drinking until she'd actually needed her nav systems to get back home.

(Faye had also, very irresponsibly, been a drunk pilot. But that also went hand-in-hand with how self-destructive she'd felt.)

"I don't know what I did wrong," she added, tossing her keys vaguely in the direction of a table before finally taking a drag off that cigarette and ashing it onto her own floor. Who cared.