"Um - " Saturday wants to scream. It's not kind to blame that misstep on him - she saw his shoulders sag, she's not an idiot - so she doesn't, but not for lack of wanting to.

Of course, she's also to blame for bringing it up without thinking. Ugh, fairness.

"Let's see." The drones don't like the stalling. She blurts out the first things she can think of. "I'm nineteen, I was engaged to a viscount, and I'm a lieutenant in the Imperial Army of Thera."