[Breq's gesture is a brief wave, as she looks away from Beverly's face and into the bustle of the rest of the cafe. There's no change in her expression, but something about her eyes looks tired, and older than the barely-lined set of her face could account for.]

I've spent twenty years doing work where I could find it, on some unfriendly planets, and trying to make my way back to the Imperial Radch to deliver a message. [The distant look, if anything, grows farther away.] I've done that now. In a sense.