Keiko snorts derisively.
"To call what I do holograms is an insult," she says. "A hologram is just a glorified optic illusion. I weave light and sound into a seamless tapestry..."
Another Keiko appears next to her, crouching slightly to fit in the van. The two speak in eerie unison. "I ensnare the senses. I make the real seem no more solid than a dream..."
The first Keiko, the one that's been sitting in the van all this time, vanishes.
Now alone in her speech, the crouching Keiko goes on to say, "And I make the unreal as solid as stone." She reaches out to deftly grab the hem of Pole's shirt, then tugs it out and gives it a good yank before letting go.
Then there's a blur of dissolving light, and the first Keiko is back in her seat, while the second Keiko is gone.
"So yes, if I knew what the mayor looked and sounded like, I could make a little mayor-doll and have him dance however I wanted," she says smugly.