"It would be nice, yes, thank you," she said sweetly, giving the man a brilliant smile. Certainly she was vain and almost positively they would label her as such. But a fair portion of this in particular had to do with the fact she wanted to finish washing that horrible last op off of her. The last bit included getting her hair trimmed, dyed. Get the last of those highlights she'd used for it gone.
Her voice was dry and droll as she observed the bit of doubt on his face. "I'm not going to escape with a thing of nail polish, Harry. The worst I might do with it is paint my dog's nails as well as my own. I like to look pretty, and it gives me something to do at night when I'm all alone." A faint smirk lifted one corner of her mouth. "There's only so much fun a girl can have alllll by herself," she added.
"Anything to keep me from dying of boredom. I can't say I liked the life threatening portions of the ops, but I'm not especially fond of twiddling my fingers either." And like she'd said, there was only so much a girl could play with herself before that also became boring.