I am a Ray Bradbury fan, and sometimes I see T2 as one of his Martians - a shape-shifter, who takes on the form that the other person needs just by picking up his/her thoughts and feelings. Then that client goes out, T2 reverts to her own face for a minute, until next client comes in, and the shifting begins anew.

For Bradbury's Martians this was exhausting and painful, sometimes even fatal. My T seems to thrive on it. if I can keep this image, maybe I can prevent trying to get personal ("human") reactions from her, when there's really a Martian there.