Trace isn't either, honestly. She had maybe fooled around. Once. A year ago. Before the accident. And it had mostly been some kissing and then them both nervously telling each other good night.

"... Back home, I guess? What's your life like? It'd be good to know whether or not we have anything in common, for one thing. I mean, we were both taken here. Figuring that sort of thing out could help us get out."