"Well," It comes out less like a word and more like a sigh. "Got spaced when my ship went down trying to get my pilot off. Massively rich mystery man heading a human-centric terrorist organization got the rights to my body and ended up regrowing everything piece by piece. I woke up after 2 years under, did a little bit of work for him mostly because people would've died if not, and then stole all his shit. Then a couple years after that, turns out they'd made a backup of some kind without my memories, in case I needed extra organs or something. Someone had broke her out and she was coming to kill me and take my place. Wasn't me, though. Just looked it."

She shrugs, like this is just a normal day for her, because objectively, in her world dying for 2 years isn't even a hugely major plot point. "She made the mistake of not winning over my crew. Kick my ass, sure. Kick all my friend's asses at once? Much harder of a fight."