The UK. [She sounds agreeable enough about that.] Always has been short of worthy men. My uncle was one of them, before they killed him in front of me. His blood touched me here.

[She reaches up to press a forefinger against her forehead. Then her cheek. Then her chin. Then her mouth. Then her eyelid. Then her other cheek. Then her forehead again. Then her other eyelid. Then her ear. Then her throat. Then her nose. Then her palm just rests against the entire side of her face and she draws and releases an unnecessary breath.]

I do so admire the army.