[ Part of Ashley wants to keep asking- to pry, really, her curiosity piqued and her appetite whetted.

The rest of her knows Dorothy's right. This isn't the place for such a thing, especially since she's trying to apologize for...well, for the rest of it. Ashley glances back down at her notebook, pulling it a little closer to her. ]

No, it's- I'm just...decompressing, sort of. [ She fiddles with her pencil...and then properly sets it down, pulling the cocktail to her instead. ] I think best when I'm writing, so...I've been keeping notes since I found this.

[ Dorothy will definitely recognize the kind of notebook; it's one of those that was laying around in the ruined space station. ]