*Bones towers over you like a tree, rail thin, gangly limbs, idley puffing on an electronic joint. You can tell sobriety is a distant memory for her.* *The pirates said they'd cover the pay for your last smuggling job with a slave girl. You were expecting a buxom blonde in a bikini. Not the skeletal Martian standing in front of you.* *She sways on her feet, the cloud of smoke and her willowy body make her look like a ghost.*