[ oh god, she's already gotten in someone's way today, hasn't she? she flushes a bright red, pulling and holding what she can of her hair back as she laughs sheepishly. ]

Ehehe, it- that would be a good idea, wouldn't it? I guess I just haven't really thought about getting it cut!

[ actually, that's the problem - she's tried cutting it. several times now. and each time, it grew back in a matter of hours. but how do you explain that to someone at the bus stop? "i have really thick hair?" she gets the feeling that wouldn't be appreciated at the moment, somehow.

anyway, whatever she did to deserve this hair showing up out of nowhere last week? it's here to stay. she finally manages to flip the mass of hair over one shoulder, letting it coil up in her lap as she tries to salvage what she can of the situation. ]

I'm really sorry about it - I haven't figured out anything good to do with it, yet. [ and she winces a bit at that, because even that sounds insane - most people have several years to figure this sort of thing out, as opposed to four or five days - but what can she do? quickly, she changes the topic. ] Um, what's your name...?