Will eyed her, debating if he trusted her to do the job. "I have a box of stuff in the bathroom," he said. He'd been saving it until it was a bit longer, but if she thought she could do a good job, then... it saved having to walk about in public with his great shame for all to see. "When did you work in a salon? What are your credentials?" He opened the bag and popped a date in his mouth.