"It's a layer of padding between you an' their fists." Saturday is looking for explosives, now.

"Huh. Kinda got the same thing going on. Mine's an ancient artifact I sorta picked up by accident, it ate some of my memories, big to-do. Honest mistake, really. It's got kinda of a personality now, but didn't at the time, and was just doing what it was designed to do. What about yours?"

Saturday's never met someone else with a magic sword. Though, honestly, her magic sword is the least weird magical thing about her and her friends.