Klaudia adjusted her own earpiece translator. Despite weary years of the finest state-assisted classroom training, Klaudia’s English was highly unstable. "[Well, you’ll eat something today, or I’ll sit on you. You look so pale. Look at that wig. Can’t you even try?]" Klaudia deftly adjusted Maya’s secondhand mop of blond curls. "[You have the strangest hair, girl, you know that? Your natural hair feels more like a wig than this wig does.]"