Almost falling over when Marcia bumps into her, she grunts faintly. Her hair was soaked, and while she was standing, Marcia could see it hit the ground, and then some. It was heavy, heavier than most could imagine. And now it had ooze on it, and she had another girl clinging to her.<br/><br/>"We should get out of here. We should find a teacher, don't you think?" She started towards their clothes and the towels, dragging the clinging Marcia and her thick hair with her. Her poor hair... Ooze covered and now being drug along the ground. She'd have to take good care of it later...