To Lucy, the most voluminous aspect of Juliet would not be her hair. She had noticed other attributes.
"Nice to meet you, Rohan. I'm from the island, from the future." The bad future and the only one, as far as she knew. She almost expected him to react with shock at her being from that nightmare. It hadn't occurred to her that there could be a brighter version of the future until she had made it to the station.
She imagined Rohan was from some magical land, full of vibrantly coloured beings with happy souls living in harmony and untainted by a daily fight for survival. The kind of people that hadn't lasted long in her time and she only had the opportunity to get to know here and now. It was an opportunity that she wouldn't waste. "Where are you from?"