Abruptly, the viewer popped on. Ripley Falkenhayne was revealed in a shot that took in head and shoulders. Her face was pinched and tight, softened some by the shadows she sat in. Skater could tell she was in a room, but couldn’t tell anything about it. Her peroxide blonde hair was in disarray, too long to be worn in the short-cropped style it had been cut for. Metal surfaces gleamed against her face, hinting at the datajack in her temple and piercings in her ears, eyebrow, and nose.