Ugh, the headache. And the lights when you close your eyes.

*She pauses for a moment, reading his expression. She nods slightly to herself, downs the rest of her drink, and pours another.*

Story time, isn't it? There was this mission... three other hunters and I got infected with a radioactive substance on the border between animal and mineral. Our bodies actually started producing the stuff. It was high-energy--the pirates had been mining it on several planets, and the Federation'd been experimenting with captured samples of the refined product. Weapons using the stuff in their power cells were devastating, my armor's shields were practically invulnerable while it was going. So having my own supply was great, as long as I didn't mind veins of radioactive cancer growing through my body.

*She pauses, taking a sip.*

I'll spare you the pictures.