Saturday stops a moment to consider that, before answering. She can't say, "they don't" because they do; the problem is that they don't mean it the way Adora's receiving it. Saying Adora's wrong isn't gonna help - Adora's hearing nothing but that and also, that is what people are doing - and saying that she's right isn't true. Well, it's not untrue, but it's as incomplete as the other version.

She chews on her lower lip a bit, looking inward and distracted.

"Well, from where I'm sittin', it seems more like people are seeing someone walking around with a broken leg saying she's fine, and wondering what in the hell she's saying that for. But - " a sharp nod, as she comes to conclusion. "We also don't actually know each other that well, do we? We've got a lotta facts about each other, but we don't know. So - okay. What do you know, then? Like what are we missing? What would be good for you?"

Her face is open, her voice sincere. This isn't a challenge, or meant to undermine her. She's asking, because Adora's right - no one actually has.