Belle smiled weakly and gratefully back, although spots of even darker red were appearing on her cheeks. "Thanks," she said, struggling to pull the jumper off the rest of the way. "That's so embarrassing... sorry. It's my hair, it's... I'm not sure where I get it from but it's a nightmare. Just one sec?"
She reached back to feel for her braid, and grimaced when she felt the mess it was in. She pulled it around to the front and pulled out the tie so she could undo it. She shook it out praying that it didn't immediately frizz up like crazy from the moisture in the air. "Okay."