"You were a queen? Goddamn," she smiles as they approach the hotel doors. The valet recognizes her and nods in greeting, pulling the door open for her and Sansa. "I hope the title came with some clout to it. You seem like a woman who knows which way the wind blows."

It was in the way she carried herself, Starling decided. A certain sort of age in the eyes that she recognized from the mirror: wisdom gained the hard way.