“Forty-two percent of all deaths in and around spaceships and ports are due to a lack of oxygen,” I said in a defensive voice. He huffed again, the sound even more derisive than before. “Well, if you’re ever on a ship without any oxygen, then you’re probably going to die anyway, even if it is forty-two percent slower than everyone else.” I brightened. “Well, at least I would have the pleasure of watching you die first, my lord.”
