Raman sets the stand on the chopper and looks at Eliana. For a moment the she
does nothing more than work her fingers through her pale blonde hair: smoothing, 
fluffing, primping. That she should waste time in so trivial a way does not 
surprise him. She is obsessive about her appearance, her looks, her cleanliness, 
to a degree that makes other females seem almost slovenly by comparison. She 
spends whole hours merely bathing, and hours more applying makeup, arranging her hair and putting on clothes.