The Assistant Engineer sent the girl in for the final check before they signaled final green back up to the bridge.  She was small, maybe seven.  But he’d seen his sisters grow, and they came into their adulthood sooner than the boys did.  Even if she didn’t burn or crush herself, or fall from a height, she’d still be a young woman, and there would be no place for her.  She crawled back out and gave him a thumbs up.  He nodded, grimly, and grabbed the speaking tube mounted on the wall.
“This is the engine room.  Ready for launch.”