Hans chuckled at that. "That makes a certain amount of sense, that this is a female tool. When I lived in Berlin, before the war- I worked with a Russian who treated his tools with great affection like that..."
For some reason, the ride was making him chatty. The alarm sounded in his brain, warning him that this was dangerous territory, but he ignored it for once. "I think this must be a trait in those who are gifted with such ability."