"I know. That's why I didn't want him to change my looks."
Again silence.
She said, "Fred?"
"I'm still here."
"Have you talked to him about it?"
"He's talked to me. He's told me about your being worried."
"Don't you think it matters?"
"Yes, I suppose it does. He told me he could do a good technical job—leave us with regular features and unblemished skins."
"That isn't what I want," she said fiercely. "I don't want the kind of regular features that come out of physiology books. I want my own features. I don't care so much about the voice, but I want my own face back!"
"That's a lot to ask for. Hasn't he done enough for us?"