"Ahh, New Orleans." Erin sounds downright wistful. "Good memories there. Sorry to hear you're out of work, but..." She shrugs philosophically. "If the Captain gets what he wants we'll probably be in the market for a good psychopomp. This world is not yet in bloom."

The last of the coffee gets drank, and she sets the thermos down. "How you feeling about the whole... copy, bit?"