The other eye was done in stop-light red, and when she closed her eyes, she had wide-open eyes painted on her lids – like Jack Sparrow did. Her uppe... lip was painted in metallic blue and the bottom lip was a maroon color. It looked like Jackson Pollock had thrown up on her head.She rotated through various colors about once a week ... at least for the two weeks we'd been here. So far, I hadn't talked to her about Io; as far as Trav was concerned, we had communicated with somebody known as Arthur. He waited until Frederik had joined him, and then he said, "This evening was a little test of Martha's. She wanted to see how Sandra would react when confronted by a lot of people while she was naked." What could she learn from that?" Frederik asked."Like Martha told us earlier in the evening, she's an exhibitionist. I already knew that, but just acted like I didn't. We wanted to see if Sandra would tell us that she was one as well." Sandra?! Well, I know she loves to go around naked now,. Maybe Tami's, but that was almost the same thing.I finished stretching. Maybe I'd try for a marathon. Was that twenty-one miles or twenty-six. I opened the door.Kelly was standing there. It looked like she'd been there a few minutes. She looked surprised to see me."You don't have to say anything," I told her. "I'm sorry I tried to interfere. I'll make sure I respect your privacy from now on."Kelly nodded. "Can I come in?" she asked in a little girl voice, she sounded about ten.I opened the door. It had resumed when she'd rejoined me in this odd disembodied form, and I found myself missing it."Hey, sweetheart, everything OK?" I asked while I was taking my first couple of sips of the surprisingly good coffee; the place sure didn't stint on that." ... I guess," she said.That woke me up the rest of the way fast. "Which means everything's not OK," I observed. "All right, honey, talk to me. Tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours." It isn't!" she burst out. "A pretty head, I.