The greenness was a face-whatmight be called a face by one of charitable bent.

Enoch saw the face, if anything so grotesque and so obscene could be called a face.

Lando flicked his gaze across the table, just a quick little scan across the pile of fleshy folds the Verosian called a face.

A bigger cranial bulge behind the eyes, maybe, and a narrower face, if that glistening expanse of hard exoskeleton could be called a face.