"I think it would be easier to fight in a dress," says Marlene, tapping her chin. "It would give your legs freer movement. And who really cares if you flash people your underwear, as long as you're kicking the crap out of them?" Lynn goes silent, like she recognizes that as a spark of brilliance but can't bring herself to admit it. "What's this about flashing underwear?" says Uriah, sidestepping a bunk. "Whatever it is, I'm in."