The what society?

[Blake asks, even though he knows in his gut he's not going to like the answer.]

I wouldn't trust any of the guys I knew with baking. Housewife types don't tend to join the force.

[The more she talks, the more Blake's face drops.]

[When she's done, he nods and makes a noise of understanding.] I get it. One of those angel of death types. Usually those huddle in corners polishing rifles.