"Howsabout Staz?" Saturday counters, determined to be the only person in her life with a three-syllable name. The brooch disappears into her pocket. "Yeah, I, uh, kinda just found it in my room. Been sittin' here trynna figure if it's a fake or a trick."

Her eyes aren't wet, that's just a trick of the light.

"You heard of anything similar happening around the rig?"