"Nothing I haven't already been through," Susannah says under her breath, even though she hadn't been around last time examples had been made of tributes. She isn't thinking of that, she's thinking of her life before Roland came into it. The worst had been in the South when she'd been signing up people to vote, but hateful people like that existed in the North too and if her daddy's money had mostly shielded her from it, it hadn't completely.

She shifts again, crossing her legs and gritting her teeth. "Ain't like you gave him reason," she says, roughly. She rubs her forehead.