Saitou immediately stiffened when she called him that, expression guarded and definitely more defensive than before. He didn't want sympathy. He had had worse. His brows furrowed and already he was seeing where she was going with this. "Don't," he warned, narrowing on a cold tone almost. Although when she shared his sentiment of wanting to break Cavil, that coldness did subside back down. But if she tried that informality again he was out the door.

"Until around noon Monday. Then Stark showed up."