That's probably because they're thinking of things to say about me, and then they get too panicky to even bother like the arseholes they are.

[Molly flops down on his back so he can view the stars. Lady Abigail is still working and there's been no sign of danger for hours. He can afford a look at a strange new sky and an even stranger moon.]

You have gods where you're from, don't you, Sansa?