For a moment Saturday is going to say something stupid and reassuring, like it won't come to that or where there's life, there's hope. Then she remembers who she's talking to. Alloran's already seen the world with its skin off, all raw and torn and bleeding. He doesn't need a lie to keep him going.

"With luck, you won't need it. If we don't have any luck, spare a second for me. I don't wanna find out how these guys treat prisoners."

She sighs heavily before she answers his question.

"I'm up and movin'. Still breathin.' Gonna have nightmares for a while, but that's not new. Honestly - I'm startin' to wish I had more bad experiences just so's I can get some variety in the mindfucks."