His doubts were right. If anything, Pieck looked confused, but at the same time, a bit of relief came to her, too - thank heavens he wasn't going around Marley without an armband if he needed one. "Oh," she said. "We must've just made--"

A trade agreement? An anti-war pact? An alliance?

"--contact with your nations."

That was safe. But at the same time, it was like some cracks started to form in the world around them. Spanish-American? Where was ... Span? America? She'd never heard of them before. And this truth-telling world of hers wasn't able to build reality around something she couldn't categorise.