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Ensign Malini was still smiling at her expectantly. Scout noticed that the tight braid the ensign had worn wrapped around her head like a crown when they were on the ship was loose now, not just untethered and left to drape forward over one shoulder, but actually braided looser. Some of the shorter hairs had sprung free when they had wrestled the dogs into the crates, Scout remembered. Had she redone her entire hairdo when she had changed her clothes?
“Is everything all right?” Ensign Malini asked, and Scout realized she was scowling.
“You look different,” Scout said.
Ensign Malini’s brows drew together in confusion, but then sudden dawning lit up her features. “Oh, I see. My sister Geeta must be on platform duty. I’m Seeta. Seeta Malini. Geeta and I are twins.”
“Oh,” Scout said. Sh
