A frown darkened Fran's features. "From where I came from, Men didn't do such a great job of it."

She tried to fight off the anger and sadness she always felt, thinking about the world on the other side of the doors, but time and distance had left her less a shell-shocked victim and more able to star coping with the loss. Or trying to. How did you adjust to the near eradication of an entire planet's population?