Where the inhuman blue of her skin worn openly was more honest than any other face she might have chosen, the hyperawareness that came with wearing what she was could only give off signals that might draw more attention than either of them could use. She let the blue feather away to leave the blonde form that had been her default for so much of her life.

If she avoided looking too closely at her reflection in any mirror she passed, so be it.

"Details," she repeated, brushing a hand down the skirt she had pulled around herself. The skirt shortened into a design more appropriate to her own decade than the Nexus. "Distracting the eye has never been an issue for me." She gave him a wide, bright smile, affecting an air best described as 'distracted California bikini model.'