"...we were so close." Saturday just looks tired. "The place this place took me from... we'd found them, the queen and the consort. We knew where they were and they didn't know where we were and we were planning the last act. And then this happened."

She sighs.

"I hope they went ahead and got out anyway. They can make do without me for at least one fight, we got allies. And this chance might not come again."

She says this in the manner of one who is unfortunately certain that her crew did no such thing. One for all, all for one, and the rest.

"What's your story?"