“You have the gratitude of the UN government,” Avasarala was saying to the Martian commander. “Or at least the part of the UN government I run. We’re going to Io to blow up some more ships and maybe stop the apocalypse. Want to come with?” Bobbie opened a private channel to Avasarala. “We’re all traitors now.” “Ha!” the old lady said. “Only if we lose.”
