Through security.

After being told repeatedly when I'd ask straight up for a pat down instead of a scanner (I always set them off and get a pat down anyways) that the scanners don't gender you anymore, I decided to try it. And of course it pinged me as having a foreign object in my chest, known as my breasts, and got the pat down anyway. They really need to fix that.

Also, mood whiplash between "I'M GONNA BE LATE!" and "oh...my flights delays, let's relax" is a real thing.