The first time I ever drank alcohol was almost a year ago, at a time when I truly needed to be good and drunk. Today is another one of those days, but fancy drinks makes it seem like less of a bad habit.

[ Bree is by no stretch a heavy drinker, but sometimes, like when you find out your mother is a time traveler, or you suddenly wake up on a spaceship before nearly freezing to death, you just need booze. ]

I'm Bree, by the way. Are you...used to space travel. Is this a thing that doesn't make you panic at least a little?