Satine, meanwhile, is also bored and uninterested in yet another war movie. She has to wonder why the Fox has tossed her together with, well, a child. He looks like he could be younger than her...

Son, she tells herself. There is no reason to keep lying, in the (relative?) privacy of her own mind. At any rate, her companion of the moment seems terribly young. She wonders if this movie mirrors as closely to his life as the first one she viewed here, was to hers.

A heartbreaking thought.

"My impression is we're here at the whims of the Fox," she says with sigh. "So...likely not."