"Still - I mean, my pops messed up a lot. Kept secrets longer than he should have, didn't tell me about things because he was hoping I'd never had to face them, stuff like that - but like. He'd never leave a baby in charge of a baby, for christ's sake." She's muttering the last part, her personal and professional sensibilities still outraged. "I mean, among other things, Mama Sofia woulda' frickin' poisoned him an' taken custody - "

"Aw, jeez, I'm sorry to hear that." Saturday searches Sam's face briefly for a sign of how fresh the wound is; he seems to be speaking of the far past, and not near, and she relaxes a little. "I... lost someone too, a bit before I came here."

It comes out without permission; she does not want to talk about that, at all, and therefore changes the subject immediately.

"If you've made your peace with him, I'm glad for you. It's hard to feel betrayed by family."