"I mean, cleaning supplies can't be worse than that prison hooch Dmitri got me to drink once - "

She's interrupted by the staffer. Saturday briefly, vividly, sees herself reaching out to break the woman's neck. All that shows in her face is a brief shift in her eyes, like the outline of a vast creature briefly glimpsed below the waves, and then she's hopping off the table with an ingratiating, apologetic grin.

"Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking." She sounds so grateful, it's sickening. "Thanks!"