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Trevor nodded, considering the excellent point she raised. "Polyjuice, maybe. I don't know if it's worse to be completely unrecognisable or too easily recognised." Both had benefits and obvious flaws. Someone in the crew, mid-level would be the least suspicious to see sniffing around for information on their own. But it also had to be someone they trusted.
He downed the remaining contents of his glass and passed it back, smirking slightly. "Always wanted to give being a ginger a try," he joked, winking at her.