Contessa vs Matryoshka

Matryoshka had unfolded into a mess of ribbons, but knives from the belt Faultline had removed to go down to the lobby had her pinned to the wall in six different places.

- Interlude 18 (Donation Bonus #4)


"We must escape.  We use your craft to do it.  Fold us.  Fold them."

[...]

Matryoshka reached out and bent down in the direction of the woman Gwerrus had thrown to the ground.  Krouse couldn't quite make out the view, but saw a flurry of black and flesh tone ribbons.

When she stood, she had a different face, her hair was darker, and the lines on her face and hands were thinner.

"How long?" Gwerrus asked.  "To… what is word?"

"Digest," Matryoshka said.  Her accent wasn't so thick as it had been.  "Hours?  Two or three.  Can't really remember."

-Migration 17.4