"I never thought I’d be a Saint," she says with a hint of an irony, an echo of what she said to Inej.

She can’t help but warm to him when he says he won’t tell anyone. She appreciates it, even if she’s not sure it matters here.

"Well, he tried to kidnap me, actually," she tells him, her tone laced with amusement, "And he saved my life. But he doesn’t seem to remember any of it."

There’s a little confusion in the last statement. Different histories? Timelines? She doesn’t know.