[You know what? It's fine. She's fine, or at least fine enough to catch herself. Guinaifen gives the guy a slightly reckless, cocky smile as she proceeds to try to squeeze the worst of the salt water out of her long, red hair - that's the bad thing about shifts like this and elaborate hairstyles. You need to take a moment to deal with your hair.]

I lost track of how many, uh. [What's a good word for it?] Encores they wanted from me. [Encores. Good word. Softens the blow a bit.] You'd think after a dozen they'd ask you for something else. And the worst part is that I still have no idea what I ended up with.

[She's going for a less fancy ponytail, but something still functional, because sometimes functional is all you can ask for.] I won't ask for details, but how bad was yours? Scale from one to ten. Mine was pretty up there, but I'm pretty sure other people had it worse. Maybe an eight...?