Petey was of a very unspecified gender, indeed. Reno had once made up a whole song-and-dance number about how he'd been fixed.

"You know," Reno noted, taking a deep drag from his cigarette and exhaling lazily before walking across the room to flop over into a chair, "I ain't pissed off at you over Rosalind, Elena. Shit, she asked me to train her, even. I got her up at the asscrack of dawn, shootin' at me on the beach every day, yo."

And from there was his training with Ghanima. Reno had very busy, training-filled mornings, nowadays. It kept him from getting too antsy.

"I know she knows."