[Unfortunately, Maria's illness is severe enough that even living on Earth itself was a death sentence. Moving her to the ARK wasn't easy, but it effectively saved her life - the low gravity of space eased the burden of her illness, and lessened the symptoms, but didn't remove them completely. Before that, though? She could barely leave her bed.]

...Alright, b-but only if you do the same, sir. [That cough didn't sound very good at all. It was deep and it was wet.] There was someone selling hot, um...I think it was called cider? They said it was from the juice of apples, mixed with spices and sugar.