Azari wasn't mad.

Days and weeks of mining alone, the boredom, the constant threat of attack and accidentally imbedding the side of the ship into an asteroid had put her on the edge once or twice. It was a fine edge and with each passing moment, the ship would creak and groan, complaining about the various pulls of nearby ships and that single bowl of petunias sitting about the navigation computer would inch a little closer to the edge... But she wasn't mad.

Admittedly she did now have a waste bin called Kevin and several of the heating and atmosphere control units were having a sordid affair with the vending machine but that wasn't stress based insanity so it didn't truly count.