She's Obviously Female
Friend or not, it was hard not to feel a little bit jealous of sergeant Angua.
She wore sensible sturdy boots, the sort you could run down alleys in without turning an ankle. You barely ever saw her in a skirt, a fact most men would lament where it not for the fact her legs were pretty good to look at even when encased in hard-wearing leather breeches. A hint of mascara was the most makeup she wore on duty.
But even when dressing and acting male she was, undeniably, female.
Cheery would give anything for that kind of freedom.