[When she starts to trip over her own hair, Winter knows it's time to have it cut. It'll still come down to her calves or so, but as it stands it's to her ankles, which is a hazard for her. So she's sitting and waiting, Kindle in hand, checking the network every so often between chapters of the book she's been reading.
Until there's a series of sharp gasps, and Winter looks up to find a scene that worried her quite a bit: a lot of people staring at one person who, it seemed, had just found herself in a bit of a bind. A bind that she wouldn't readily be able to get out of. Punching in a quick set of text - 'Need a distraction, hair salon downtown. Possible numbered.' - she stows the Kindle, and makes a show of looking outside through the big windows at something that isn't there, popping her head through the door for a few seconds, before hustling over to Angeline.]
Hey, there's s-someone outside that's calling for you - it seems pretty urgent. C-come on, I'll take you...!
[She offers her hand to the girl in the chair, completely serious and slightly worried look on her face. She mouths, 'trust me', and hopes beyond hope the girl will believe her.]
hair salon
Until there's a series of sharp gasps, and Winter looks up to find a scene that worried her quite a bit: a lot of people staring at one person who, it seemed, had just found herself in a bit of a bind. A bind that she wouldn't readily be able to get out of. Punching in a quick set of text - 'Need a distraction, hair salon downtown. Possible numbered.' - she stows the Kindle, and makes a show of looking outside through the big windows at something that isn't there, popping her head through the door for a few seconds, before hustling over to Angeline.]
Hey, there's s-someone outside that's calling for you - it seems pretty urgent. C-come on, I'll take you...!
[She offers her hand to the girl in the chair, completely serious and slightly worried look on her face. She mouths, 'trust me', and hopes beyond hope the girl will believe her.]