Saturday shrugs. "We don't have that many major physical differences between male and female, other than reproductive. The rest... there's tendencies I guess but it's on a scale, nature ain't, uh, what's the word." Maggie used to go off about this. "prescriptive? Like it doesn't matter how you survive and reproduce and keep your kids around long enough to make grandkids, as long as it gets done."

She shrugs. "An' with magic and tech these days like, anyone can do about any damn thing they please."

Another new hire comes out of the course, dazed and sweating and tired. Planker gets in their face, screaming, and sends them back in. Saturday stiffens, every line in her body going sharp as a knife.

"I will kill that man," she murmurs.