"Pretty damn good." Saturday is still holding an uncharged ball, and eyes it speculatively.

"Keep your eyes covered." Then she throws it at one of the grenades, turning her own head aside. It impacts, hard enough to count as touch, and electrostatic arcs harmlessly into the air. Saturday cackles.

"Yeah, it's clear enough - we trigger a few more of those glue ones, we could probably make a nice safe floor."