Agnes almost snapped out a reflexive question what the hell her new intern was staring at, then took a short, sharp breath and sent the boy scurrying off with new instructions.

She crossed into the bathroom, leaning over the sink with a sigh, tilting her head and examining her left eye. The familiar mark was impossible to miss - for anyone who looked her in the eye, anyone she looked at; a soft, but brilliant yellow sun and rays surrounded by softer silvery-blue stars that were harder to make out against the green of her iris.