Well that grin didn't change. Not one bit. Oh how she'd missed it.
"I liked that scarf. Had one of my own remember...remember Paris, and all the running and the scarves" She looked over the trenchcoat again wondering how it didn't get snagged on things. Or maybe it did and he just wouldn't believe it. Maybe he was ignoring it. "Though the sleeves were a bit pompus" she admitted and then burst into laughter as he complimented her hair, or...well, sulked about it. Pouted even.
Her hand finally came away from the gun and ran through a few strands.
"You wanted to be ginger? Its not even ginger its auburn apparently. Its different. I've been dark and blonde. Never red until now...Anyway we should get off the streets. There are things you need to know. Things I need to tell you, and this is not the place"