The ship feels like a fever dream. Samus wanted nothing more than to secure the safety of the ANZAC and COST soldiers and put an end to this pointless fighting, and had been fighting that fight for so long she almost doesn't know what to do with herself now that it was all over. Her sense of time was skewed. Not having to carry around a body or ammunition or guns or weapons was a literal and figurative weight lifted off her shoulders, she just needed a few moments to figure how to go about embracing that. Part of her wants to walk around in a flurry and do another head-count, really make sure everyone is here who can be here... another part of her just wants to indulge in something that will burn her throat and bring some peace of mind.

One of the Australian soldiers recognizes her and guffaws at how long "Justin's" hair has grown on the battle field (shoot... it was trailing out the back of her hat in a matted braid now, wasn't it? Better question: did she care? The other soldiers certainly didn't, and don't remark much on how she doesn't sound as male as she once did either--or blame it on their own drinks). They shove a drink in her hand and off they go, leaving her to figure out what to do with it.

She knocks it back of course, all in one go. It's not long before she gets a second drink in her hand and it's tapped in cheers by Henry's.

"You're not dead." Of course he's not, but she's glad to see him regardless.