Finding a new meat-suit was not as easy as most thought. It was supposed to fit you, it was a reflection of yourself to others. Abaddon was sorry that she lost Josie, she had been exactly was she had looked for. Perhaps she could go for somebody similar. It wouldn't be someone who knew exactly what was going on like Josie, but ordinary people had their own fascinating reactions on something like her.
There she was, the perfect new meat-suit, fretting over her looks after a few unkind words by her boyfriend. She would never wonder over her looks again.