“The inedible nature of rations must be one of the constants, no matter what galaxy you’re in,” Siri comments with a crooked smile. She takes the bowl with a small nod of thanks, staring down at the contents thoughtfully for a moment before trying it. And it is DEFINITELY better than rations.

She does, but she answers anyway. “I died,” is hers remarkably straightforward answer. “Or I was dying. Since I’m here and close to mostly being back in one piece, I suppose that doesn’t quite apply.” And that’s the confusing part. She’s dead, but she’s not. Even though she should be. This isn’t something that the Order ever covered.