She laughed brightly. "I was trying not to say anything about the hair color, you know, just in case you're some... I don't know, mysterious blue-haired alien species. But that's a great dye job! Blue's not my color, but it looks good on you." She started to fold up the shirts again. "And I can't wait to have spending money. I need decent makeup, and some tools and scrap metal to fiddle with, or I'll go mad from boredom. I mean, I'd love to work as a mechanic for a living, like I did back home, but it's a space ship! I repair bikes, not space ships!"