"I know a hole nearby we can stash stuff," Saturday says, filling her pockets. "Don't worry about it." She's also taking advantage of the empty grenade pouches around her waist. "I can imagine the eyes are hard to hide. Contacts, maybe?"

She's finished filling her pockets and straightens, chewing the last of her powerbar.

"My friend Maggie, she's got this massive tattoo of a dragon," Saturday stretches her arms out, to demonstrate, "but mages don't have to blend in so much."