"Gosh, that's faster than Orchid does it." The sniper isn't here to glare at her, so Saturday can admit that freely. "'Course, half the locks she has to pick end up being trapped or cursed so I guess she goes careful for a reason."

Saturday pokes her head in the closet. "That's a lot of plastic folders, huh. Anyway," she says, jumping to a different topic. "My pops got a good ten, fifteen years of peace to raise his kids before we started getting in trouble. I guess if I can manage that much, I'll count it as a win."