Saturday is built like a dancer - all grace and speed, and not an ounce of fat. Frankly, if it wasn't her her high pitched voice, you wouldn't know she was a woman in these baggy clothes. She shoves her hair out of her face, her metal arm moving exactly as if it were natural. No mechanisms for its movement or power are apparent.

"Yeah - though that Stuff uh - stuff - is kinda fun, when it shows up. It's leaked through once since I've been here. Makes the furnishings wake up and go batshit, so you get to wreck company property."