"Hey, Guts, been looking for you!" Saturday materializes at his elbow, smiling winningly and sunnily at the jorgbot giving him grief. "Where'd you get off to?"

Her bunkmate is a big tough dude who can handle himself, but the employee's cajoling smile was getting a little too strained around the edges. Some of the people here really, really like being able to hurt people; others are just cowards, or seem to really think the people they've enslaved are... up for grabs, somehow, not really real because they're from another world, and came through the Stuff. Presumably that sort of self-centered attitude is why they ended up with a gone-away world in the first place.

Anyway, it's unlikely that Jorg intends and is deliberately trying to get someone to flip out so they can be made an example of, publicly, at everyone's first official meeting - but they would take the moment if it was handed to them, which Saturday doesn't intend to let happen on principle. And playing sheepdog at least gives her something to do.

Meanwhile, she meets Guts eyes, and tries to communicate these people play headgames just be cool and endure without words.