It's somewhere around... six or seven million on the Frontier, I think. But it honestly doesn't feel that crowded; there are plenty of parks, a lake, a simulated sky-- everything someone needs to live for decades and not miss a thing. Even if you don't get a chance to travel to another fleet.

[She lets go of the pick for a moment to ball her hand into a fist and flex her fingers out, forestalling any cramps.]

I was always fine with it. But my-- a friend of mine hated it. He couldn't stand the thought of flying underneath a ceiling.

[Her voice turns fond.

She misses Alto.]