"Can't be worse than this party unless someone died," Saturday says cheerfully, not quite catching his tone. Despite everything, she is kind of, horribly, enjoying herself. Everyone is as pissed off as she is; not a quisling in sight, even if some of them have questionable manners. And she got that kid Catra talking to her friend, which gives her a kind of a warm fuzzy feeling.

"So what is the deal with your apocalypse, anyway? If you don't mind my asking."