"Don't blame you." She shifts, turning to face the real Brainy, now that she knows where he is. "Doesn't seem like they gave you any reason to trust people - was all this 'cause of the whole thing with your relative bein' a dick?"

If Brainy isn't going to be upset - or at least, let the upset show - she'll mirror his calm.

"'Cause, like, if this was their way of trynna make sure you didn't go bad..." Saturday trails off, not sure how to put it. "Like if I had someone I was this scared of, an' for whatever reason I couldn't just kill 'em, I'd sure as hell be tryin' not to piss 'em off or make 'em hate me. Which, they had to see that was the likely outcome to all this, right?"

She waves at the room generally.

"They look like proper aliens, with teleporter beams and lightspeed an' all, they've got to know how cause and effect works an' the fuckin... minimum you gotta do to keep a kid sane. Do any of them realize how damn lucky they got, they you didn't end up mad an' bad or worse?"

Heat slips out there, despite her calmest intentions. This place is long ago and far away, and Brainy is an adult with friends who value him. But it still makes her want to rip open time and punch a motherfucker in the face - for being fucking stupid, if not for the child abuse.

She sighs.

"You don't gotta get into it. Isn't like we choose what people see."