Saturday clicks her tongue, sympathetic. "Rough luck, chummer. What'd they do ya for?"

Her attitude shifts with his confession; a part of her relaxes, and another part grows wary. Saturday grew up around criminals, admired a fair number of them, and doesn't particularly fear them, which isn't the same as thinking they're not dangerous. It's a different set of rules, that's all, and one that sits far more familiarly and comfortably on a Red Town girl than most.