"...Really?" She looks up from the pair of jeans she was turning over, sizing him up. She can see it.

"Good," she shoots back, all warmth and pleasant smile. "There's not enough of us out there, you know." There. If he's joking she's in on it; if he's not then they have something in common. It doesn't even occur to her to observe and bring up that he's currently without hair, red or not. It's none of her business and besides, it's kind of the fashionable thing for some men to do these days, isn't it?