With unerring discipline, Wrenn stood very still and did not so much as bat an eye at the name she uttered. While he had little idea as the the machinations of a mischievous halfling mind, if they were as unobservant as the question that followed he would have little reason to worry.<br/><br/>His right brow began twitching as he processed not only the question but also her body language. 'She's seriously asking this! Now I know she was telling the truth...' He blinked hard as he was trying to find a way to phrase his words without being insulting. "Begging your pardon, Miss Hornblower, but a mere haircut will do little to conceal your identity. You and your sister stand out because your dimensions are<em>extremely </em>rare amongst the smaller races. If walking about in public is your goal, a disguise is necessary." There, just be matter-of-fact about it, don't put to much emphasis on those 'dimensions,' don't tell her 'Your boobs are too hugd for that.' Plain. Simple. You can't get in trouble for that ...can you?