"Well, death, no matter how it comes, is hell. The freezin is fast at least. You don't suffer very long before you pass out." No, there were many ways you could die in space, and as most of them went, a catastrophic failure out in actual space was one of the quicker ways to go. But it wasn't something McCoy wanted to dwell on at the moment. They were all bad memories, watching friends and colleges literally sucked out to their deaths only a few feet away . . .

He chuckled softly and nodded, "Yep. Even in space, we have people who make a livin goin against the law. I sure wouldn't wanna do it though. Some customers don't take it lightly if you can't deliver on time." McCoy grinned at the man and glanced out the window, the scenery starting to slow since they were coming up on another stop, "I think we can get off here. We can probably find the way home easy enough." Maybe. McCoy wasn't the best with directions but it was a city. They couldn't get that lost, could they?