" We walked down a narrow alley that opened up to one of the main thoroughfares of Voa. My body clenched, for a moment, as a man’s eyes lingered on my face. And a woman’s. And a child’s. Everywhere eyes caught mine and then shifted away.
I grabbed Akos’s arm, and pulled him in to whisper, “They’re staring. They know who I am.”
“No,” he said. “They’re staring because you’ve got bright blue paint all over your face.”
I touched my cheek, lightly, where the paint had dried. My skin felt rough and scaly. It hadn’t occurred to me that today it meant nothing if people stared at me.
“You’re kind of paranoid, you know that?” he said to me.
“And you’re starting to sound kind of cocky, for someone I routinely beat up.”
He laughed. "

― Veronica Roth , Carve the Mark (Carve the Mark, #1)