The heel of Scott's hand free hand met his forehead. "Son of a... I hope they at least don't give him some crappy backstory behind the blue hair," he said, mostly to himself. You could take away a man's robothood, but damn it, sometimes you just gotta have blue hair.

Scott fumbled in his jacket pocket for the bracelet (which he almost had forgotten). "Can't be much worse than travelling by ring. Let's do it," he said as he yanked it out, pulling the pocket inside out with it.