[ That makes her frown, her eyes down - oh she heard quite a few, nothing polite. Nothing that she wanted to recall. It struck too close, things she had heard about her own people just the same. Distasteful, ugly twist in her mouth for it. ]

Nothing worth repeating. That you weren't worth your uniform, that progressives made such awful choices, that it wasn't right for you to be there. I should have struck them for it.