[ God, the simplicity with which the insanity rolls off his tongue is almost legitimately reassuring. They're in space, she keeps having to remind herself, she must keep forgetting thanks to some sort of defense mechanism. But he says it, sure as a ship's anchor, and with it to cling to, her bubble of laughter doesn't sound quite so crazed. ]

Well, god, I haven't seen him anywhere up here, where can I get Scotty to beam me down?

[ It's more joke than anything, there's a good part of her that doesn't even want to ponder just how they get down. Space travel was no cakewalk back home, but maybe it's just that in the 25th century... And maybe she just hasn't been looking hard enough. ]

I guess, [ as her voice falls again, so do her eyes. ] I thought—

[ She doesn't want to think about what she thought. Their circle was already one short. The closer she'd looked at what all was left, Eddie looked a wreck, Mikey looked like he had one foot out the door, and Richie... Richie's still here. Somewhere. She lets out a breath she hadn't noticed she'd been holding before she finds his gaze again. ]

Thought he might've missed the train, you know? That Storm was a hell of a thing.

[ Literally how 'bout that weather, huh. Her smile for that is weak, but the relief in it is palpable, above all the what if what if what ifs. But listen to her, pawing at this poor man for whatever information he's got and she hasn't even greeted him. Quickly, she offers a hand. ] I'm Beverly, by the way.