<blockquote>It wasn’t that she’d joined up because of Polly, per se. The notion had been percolating for some time. Somewhere between the coffee fiasco and the sack of beans delivered straight to her skull via pigeon, her military record had gotten a little … embarrassing. Mal did not generally do embarrassing. She was quite sure that she could do better the second time around.
The question she’d been stuck on was how much difference that would make if Borogravia itself could not do better.</blockquote>
