Paz dips her fingers in the paint and touches his own skin with light, floating movements, leaving wide, sliding lines across the shoulders, from the collarbones to the shoulder blades, then gets to the face, makes a few shiny marks of color on the cheeks, completely covers the bridge of her own nose, traces it on tanned skin patterns reminiscent of the pattern on the body of a zebra, except that the stripes are not black, but bright blue.

She was one of the first to think of using cosmetic pigments as a disguise. During missions, wandering through the lush Pandoran jungles, she noticed more than once that savages practically do not pay attention what is moving around them, if it is blue — it must be that a short glance with their peripheral vision is enough for them to perceive a stranger as one of their own kind, because they are accustomed to the fact that humans do not wear war-paints.