As he spoke, she nodded along. "The music has been hard to resist and it's just really nice to get out and have a day off. I'm stationed here, but times St. Mungo's will send word and I'll have to pop over for an extra shift. It's been brutal this week." Not that Hannah showed any signs of being tired. Right now she felt fine, though she imagined once she slowed down later, she'd crash and would enjoy more than your typical eight-hour sleep.
Hannah's eyes raised as he spoke, and they shifted quickly up to his hair. She pressed her lips together to hold in a laugh. She found the comment very amusing now, and at least she knew how her hair had come to its color-changing ways. The pizza.
Hannah cleared her throat. "Is that so? Because it seems you're getting into the spirit." She paused. "I didn't think red was your colour."