Marathe at Ennet House (p. 731)
none of the room’s persons appeared to regard the cheesecloth veil he wore over his face as unusual or curious or to be questioned.
Context
The disguise passes not by being convincing but by arriving where nothing is remarkable. In a living room where a woman "remove[s] her eye from her head and place[s] it in her mouth," a man "scuttling like the crab," another "without hands and feet trying to negotiate the stairway," Marathe's veil draws no glance: deformity is the room's baseline. It is the inverse of every desert scene, where Steeply's every tell is scored — here the assassin's cover is total precisely because the halfway house is the one place on earth calibrated to find a veiled man unexceptional. The A.F.R. chose the target where its own disguise is invisible; the casing site is also the safest possible cover.