She arches one eyebrow. "How unpleasant for you. I hope that Dr. Hussein knows what is going on." Because if the harassment was unjustified, she'd stop it surely. And if it wasn't, well, she hopefully would at least minimize it.

She laughs back, mouth dropping open like a steam-shovel. "Sorry it's such a disappointment. Really, I think some of these beads are machine-milled, instead of handmade!" She tilts the headdress and looks inside, holding it up to the light of the artificial sun. "At least the gems are real, synthetics would be a sheer insult - and look at this! The wires holding the beads are detachable instead of soldered on - this thing is designed to be repaired instead of just thrown away when it breaks!"

She sneers at the grinning metal face. "Really, Second Judge, what were you thinking?"