“Jeena, this isn’t a video game. Humanity’s not going to win this one.” Sean stood in front of his sagging couch with two pills on his palm. “Apophis going to hit. I’m giving us an out.”
“It might not,” Jeena said. “There’s still a chance. You can swallow the pill if you want to; I’ll take whatever happens tonight.” She looked around the microscopic apartment with its oversized video screen. “But first I want to go somewhere and have champagne. Expensive champagne.”
Mars, Earth, and Other Fine Planets 