[ He ... would have no idea what to say to that. It'd be like conversing with a flower-child. A violent one. ]
I have a spare. [ Spare combs. Spare soaps. Spare toothbrushes. Semper paratus, as always. It beats the alternative of admitting it's not the first time a stranger's long hair have gotten tangled in his combs. He exits to retrieve a wide-toothed brush and set it on the sink, next to -- oh, there it is (this was beginning to feel like a scavenger hunt) -- the elusive hairdryer. Returns to hook a thumb in the direction of bathroom, to let her know the requisites are there. In this state of casual dishabille, engaged in quotidian tasks, the illusion that's created -- like they're two normal people -- is so three-dimensional and convincing, that he can almost forget their unique circumstances, or the zombies roaming the streets below. ]
⊕ action
I have a spare. [ Spare combs. Spare soaps. Spare toothbrushes. Semper paratus, as always. It beats the alternative of admitting it's not the first time a stranger's long hair have gotten tangled in his combs. He exits to retrieve a wide-toothed brush and set it on the sink, next to -- oh, there it is (this was beginning to feel like a scavenger hunt) -- the elusive hairdryer. Returns to hook a thumb in the direction of bathroom, to let her know the requisites are there. In this state of casual dishabille, engaged in quotidian tasks, the illusion that's created -- like they're two normal people -- is so three-dimensional and convincing, that he can almost forget their unique circumstances, or the zombies roaming the streets below. ]
[ Almost. ]
[ Try not to fry the hairdryer, Korra. ]