A small nod, and abruptly her body dissolves into light, the only consistency the blue gem that's suddenly exposed. Her arms stretch upward, her body shrinking . . .

Until there's a delicate, potted orchid sitting on the sand, the blooms (somewhat predictably) blue. There are a number of orchids in the spa where she works, and she's developed some affection for them.

Better be careful with her, Greg.