" Lady Devanagari, with your beauty nothing can compare—not even the lotus bloom found in the outer clusters.” From behind his back, he presents one such flower to the giant automaton. With coy playfulness she waves her hand as if cooling her blushing face, having turned a Jovian red. Then, always in change, her exquisite complexion reverts to its natural sky blue... "

― J.L. Haynes , Zara Hanson & The Mystery of the Painted Symbol