"I shall just have to take it for personal providence, then." Declaration rather than a question, as though that makes it even more, some form of sideways kismet they've just happened to stumble themselves into together, by no fault of any own.

Her gaze lingers momentarily on the moon: the silver edging and the shine of the moonstone.
The card of the subconscious: making her think briefly of both Jack and the Horizon.

"Is that why it happened?" Sabine's been around enough less than stellar humans—albiet for both their own down-home, Southern-cooked reasons or because they couldn't handle being near the Rift for long without losing what was left of their sanity, and several times both combined—that she knows people can act against their best interest without ever seeing it.

"Someone doesn't want everyone figuring out how to play nice?"