It was an unsettling choice of words. Back home, Alastrians really were killed for their hair. Blue or otherwise. But Ariadne had heard enough of Josie's speech patterns to assume it was hyperbole.

And she liked to believe the best in people. Hard though it could sometimes be.

"Usually, it's brown," she said. "Like your coloring." Which was also quite lovely. "The best way to survive is to go through life unnoticed, I guess."