This is a false, reductive stereotype. Women also work as farm laborers and domestic servants.

But not cops?

Women have served in Starwatch with distinction, albeit less commonly than men. It would be unsurprising if the provosts were male-dominated, perhaps to the exclusion of the fairer sex. Something to be aware of when interacting with them.

"I could be a whore and a cop," she suggests. Anything's possible when you have no idea what's going on.

"Suuuuuuuure."

You have more professional pride than that. Everyone knows sex workers hold law enforcement in contempt and vice versa. If you had that stain on your reputation, Starwatch would've washed it off.

She's zero for two on winning stupid arguments right now. Time to give up before she digs the hole any deeper.

"I'm going to go find a rock… somewhere. Try not to choke on anything while I'm gone."

And shortly thereafter the detective will be accosted by her partner tumbling out of the sky at speed before coming to a sudden but controlled stop a hairsbreadth above the ground, ruddy-cheeked and grinning like a loon. The fifty-foot length of silk rope belted around her waist remains eerily suspended in the air for another moment, then falls limply to the earth.

"Told you there would be a skylight," she says breathily.

"Fat lot of good that does us," she grumbles. "We can't open it without destroying it, and we might not even be able to destroy it without shooting it."

Gwen will bother to investigate the skylight, briefly, but unfortunately her partner has a point. She uses the sleeve of her cloak to rub the dirt off a section of glass – it's not entirely transparent, there are what look like cobwebs hanging from the underside, but with one side clean it's just barely possible to make out the floor of the church illuminated by sunlight. Gwen takes a moment to think.

No, wait.

"Give me the headband back," she says.

But she doesn't want to give the headband back! The headband makes her better at everything, and it's only a little bit cursed!

Ah, the other thing I was afraid of. You've become dependent on the horrible poisonous truths being whispered into your ear. Next thing you know, you won't want to lift a finger without the headband's say-so. Better for you to get rid of it now, while your sanity is still mostly intact.

I'm not that kind of cursed item! Suffering psychic trauma from a sudden insight into your condition is common even with regular Wisdom headbands, and ultimately is probably better for your sanity in the long run. Think about it: is persistent self-delusion actually good for you, or is it the byproduct of a maladaptive coping mechanism?

She rips the headband off and throws it back at its owner.