N-XS was not above crude practical jokes, having vast humour archives in her internal databanks. She just thought it was a "dick move" for the crew to install grief protocols while she was in stasis then apparently abandon her on the Tardigrade.

It wasn't an issue of the craft's quality. The Pig, as the crew endearingly referred to the ship, was a comfortable rig - three decks of superlative spacefaring engineering. A good assignment in spite of the ship's humble, and one might say ridiculous, name. Although one wouldn't risk saying such a thing within earshot of one's Captain lest one have one's meal packet of dehydrated meatloaf replaced with an especially strong laxative and have the artificial gravity switched off in one's bunk.

Not that that had ever happened one time.

To an Altarian named Mitch.