Glimmer set down the weights when she heard a familiar voice, rubbing her sweat-drenched bangs off her face before looking up.
"Oh, hey," she said, when she recognised Buffy. She snorted, "Yeah, thank fuck. Can you imagine me and Cato with a kid?" she took hold of the weights again, "That'd be fucked up even for the train. What about you? You don't seem the kid type either, no offense or anything." She didn't think Buffy would be the kind to get worked up about it, but some women here might get pissed about it--like it was saying they were less womanly or something, Glimmer didn't get it.