shiirotora:

Stalking Jack the Ripper by Kerri Maniscalco

“I worry about you seeing all that blood.
Can’t be good for your fragile womanly temperament.”

“Oh? Where in a medical dictionary
does it say a woman cannot handle such things? What is a man’s soul made of
that a woman’s is not?” I teased. “I had no idea my innards were composed of
cotton and kittens, while yours were filled with steel and steam-driven parts.”