Jaqueline pouted.  "Drat!  Well that won't do at all!  I can't very well enjoy a wedding if I can't even hear what's going on!  It just cheapens the experience.  That, and I spent hours getting that headset to work properly!  This won't do at all...  Geopps, be careful, will you?  This one seems like one of those stuck-up, no funny business sorts."<br/><br/>Geopps stared at Petra for a long moment, thinking.  It was paying a great deal of attention to her eyes, as though it were momentarily entranced.  Or perhaps simply scrutinizing them carefully.  After a moment it seemed to relent to the woman's strict demands, raising its forearm to grasp at the headset and making as if to remove it from its head.<br/><br/>Then, all at once, every inch of the insect's carapace shifted wildly from dull browns and blacks to a kaleidoscope of whirling colour that flashed spastically from warms and cools to ultraviolet and just about every other visual spectrum known to science, and several others that probably weren't.  It coiled up like a spring and jettisoned itself off of the tree, two dozen similarly flared up wings blurring as it zipped up into the tree line and deeper into wooded area.  The moment it was out of direct sight the seizure-inducing display halted, returned to a foliage palette of greens and browns, and every moving part stilled itself all at once.  Waiting.