"Stand," ordered Lev, and a young woman Netherton hadn’t noticed rose from one of the bulbous blue armchairs. She wore a pale blouse and a dark skirt, both quite neutral as to period. Her hair and eyes were brown. She looked at Lev, then at Netherton, then back to Lev, her expression one of mild interest. "She said that she found two others who were nearer matches by facial recognition, but that this one felt better, to her."