"Yeah - god, lemme sit down." Saturday sits, cross legged, leaning against a bit of metal, head tipped back. "The ring's backer was a kind of an evil spirit, I guess you'd call it. Very bad juju. The idea was, all her gross little bug children would climb in the nice meatsuits mommy made and go out to spread the good word of having your insides hollowed out to incubate more little bug spirits."

Saturday takes a long drag. Maybe her hands are shaking a little. Hard to tell in the low light.

"We - well, we weren't prepared. We'd done our homework, it just wasn't enough. So the option was, blow the whole damn hive with us inside or - let them win. We chose boom. And then someone changed our fate, so when the queen escaped into the astral, instead of dying, we got dragged along. We've been trying to get home since - about three months, subjective time."

She blows a lock of hair out of her face.

"Fucking sucks."