pink things

"Shux?" Liesel made a slow turn. "You know, I think I've been mistaken for you. Betcha can't guess why."

Shux let an equally slow smile grow, at once excited and a little bit unnerved. They carried themselves much differently, of course, made tracks in different places and with different people, and their heavy armor was a sight distinct from Liesel's trim flight suit, but the bones were there - rather, the DNA?

"But if you keep your helmet on," Shux said, because sometimes she liked to pretend to read people's minds, "then I wouldn't be able to see your lovely face."