(A stalemate, as long as she can remember. It sounds so depressing to Lucretia; almost worst that outright war. Living with that kind of tension... it must be exhausting.)

How old are you? (She realises that she can't really tell that kind of thing any more. She used to be a good judge of age, but considering her own status she tries not to leap to conclusions any more.)

Well... I've visited quite a lot of places. Sixty-three all up, currently. I've been spending a... a year, at each.