A young woman was here, standing before one of the poles with her hands 
clasped behind her back, which would have given her an endearingly prim 
appearance if she had not been stark naked and covered with constantly shifting 
mediatronic tattoos. Even her hair, which fell loosely to her waist, had been 
infiltrated with some kind of nanosite so
that each strand's color fluctuated from place to place according to a scheme 
not just now apparent to Hackworth. She was looking intently at the carving of 
a totem pole and apparently not for the first time, for her tattoos were done 
in much the same style.