Saturday takes perhaps a second too long to respond. There are so many possible ways she could, and so few of them would be remotely helpful.

What is the woman's game? Does she think she's good enough to take three people with no reason to hate each other and make them? Is she that good? The peppy blonde, Saturday's seen in action enough to clock, but this one... is Price in on it? Saturday considers Loken's possible culpability, briefly, and decides against it. And she doesn't know Price well enough to guess.

That's of courses assuming this is some kind of elaborate, well-thought-out play, and not a half-assed attempted to shut the barn door now that they've noticed the horses of rebellion stampeding. Jorgmund is brutal more than clever, but they're not stupid. If she sent up flags during the last run... hmm.

All this thought happens in a moment. The corner of Saturday's mouth pulls back in a bland grin that almost touches her eyes.

"Why d'you ask?"

Let's play passive-aggressive stonewall of bullshit. See where that gets us.