Anwei raised her hands in the air as though to surrender. "The hard part will be keeping your balance under it, and vice versa. But you asked for it, you got it!"

The staff descended on Kaya, offering her a chair and a drink and a multi-angled set of mirrors where she could watch as her hair was (temporarily) tinted blue and arranged in a high swoop. False hair was cleverly overlaid with her own, batteries and wires were hidden just so (while a diagram of how to undo the hair was added to her omnicomm), and light-weight plastic armatures kept the hair-do from being oppressively heavy.

When they were done, Kaya's head was the mount from which the ocean itself seemed to leap. Long curls of hair-water poured down onto Kaya's shoulders, giving her gleaming epaulets of sea-foam; and her face was lit by the white-and-blue lights that mingled with the wavefront hovering over her, eternally ready to crash down and yet never doing so.

(The tiny animatronic sea-mammal that poked its head out from behind one ear and whistled was perhaps a bit much, but at least Kaya could say that she was burdened with a glorious porpoise.)