Suddenly, Felicia's entire facade changes to something less disgusted and more determined. Her hand wraps around the rattail comb she always keeps in her back pocket, pulling it out to walk steadily towards him. "No, you wanted you hair done. You're going to get your hair done."

The dreams back home never stopped her from doing her work. She isn't about to start letting them do it now. Things can be dealt when she closes up for the day.