Lexi took the brush and worked on loosening the knots.<br/><br/>“That shit has made my hair all tangly,” she complained, tugging through the bright red hair. “Ow.” Finally she managed to smooth it out and felt a little more human. “Okay, do I pass inspection?” she asked, more genially this time.<br/><br/>Neo was watching baseball, shoot me, she thought.<br/><br/>“Do you have any Crown or just the whisky?” she asked, not sure if it was okay to rummage in their bar. “I could use a stiff drink myself.”<br/><br/>She admired Neo’s ability to detach from the insanity. This trait was one that marked him as a professional in his field. She felt so out of her league with this whole mess. Good thing he had come along or someone would be feeding her to the fishes by now.<br/><br/>“You know, between Sid and his assholes and these Egyptian whatever they ares, I think I’m screwed,” she commented rather hopelessly. “You know, Neo. Something about this isn’t right. Do you think that Sid really knows who is behind all this, like maybe he got crossways with them and is using us to smoke them out? Or just do his dirty work? I feel like everyone in Seattle is crooked but me and I’m just.. well, a good time girl.”<br/><br/>“So this hair was really noticeable which would be good for going to the club, but if you have it, I think the next color I choose will be really vanilla, blend in with the crowd, so like either just mud brown or salt and pepper, like I’m some old lady.”