Her suit is pink. Which, out here, gets her laughed at. But she’s no tourist. I’ve seen her manhandle autominers onto an asteroid with a wicked spin, with the naked sun in her eyes. She does it faster than I can, in fact. Faster than half the men out here.
She’s a riot in the bars on Ganymede, too. It’s hard to dance in gravity that low, but she manages. You can imagine how few women there are out here, so she gets hit on constantly. You’re not considered a Beltjack until you’ve hit on Pinkie and been shot down.