"That’s hard data," ventured Silver. "You’re black as coal with the hideous orange hair of a junkpunker on a week-long bebop bender." She bent closer. "Your face is a hodge-podge of acid scars, there’s a mottled eye, some missing yellow teeth, a lot of very badly done prison tats, your left ear has been chewed to the gristle, and you’ve got acne." Silver looked down. "Both hands are discolored from some kind of skin disease, maybe cured, maybe not, every nail is broken, with dirt permanently embedded in the quick."