[Breq's first answer is an indeterminate gesture. It's brusque, and she catches herself at it. Rude, Breq. In the end, she shakes her head and adopts a rueful smile.]

No, I'm sorry. You've been perfectly polite, but the answers are... a long story. Even for a time of remembrance.

My manners have suffered for it. [And here, she gives a slight bow.] My name is Breq.