Saturday also picks up a cookie, gnaws on it dispiritedly, and then drops it in one of the garbage bins.

"God, this food is miserable." And the portions are so small. She's aware of the irony, but she really isn't getting enough. Probably time to start hoarding. "They couldn't at least spring for some booze? I'd drink rubbing alcohol at this point."

She agrees with Cain wholeheartedly, which means there isn't a lot she can add. Instead she mimes a toast.

"To megalomanical assholes getting what they deserve."