A quiet sigh escapes from her and she stares longingly at her empty glass. "Nothing they can help, so it's wrong for me to resent them for it, but..."
"It was just kind of always an awful experience growing up... Huit," she says, borderline spitting the word out. "Nothing I like to reflect on, but I just always hated them a little for immigrating over here where I'd... I guess sometimes I wish they would've stayed in the Delta and let me grow up a servant or something. I don't know. It seemed better."
"And now with the terrorist thing that happened recently, with one of the pilots and who knows who else being against me--" she cuts herself off, taking a breath. Her mind flashes back to Jaakko's looks towards her on the carrier, to Gus reassuring her, to that walk outside the base with the latter.
Cualli realizes that she suddenly feels very sober and a shiver passes through her.