I could have said something. To Sonia, or the countess, or--

[Or anyone besides Daryl. She'd warned him, because he'd understand how you can't believe anything he says might matter. Because she couldn't go to the count with there's this guy who's pretending to be drunk when he isn't, and I don't know why he's doing it, maybe it's harmless, not without something that mattered.]

You told me you were a liar, and I trusted you anyway. [I was an idiot. But not this time. Her gaze shifts from his eyes down to the gun he's holding. It's definitely Star Trek stuff, nothing like the guns she used at home.] For what? That?