Saturday tilts her head, thoughtful. The pain in her arm recedes, background noise against the current problem. She can't remember a time when pain hadn't been something she could simply pick up and set aside at need. Not letting Planker stop her isn't the pettiest use she's made of her high tolerance.

"...what if you just blew them all up? Like, charge one of the real ones, we take cover on either side of the door and..."

She mimes a throw, and a big boom. Complete with sounds effects.