[ I-Pin took a seat beside the stranger, her kindness and good attitude infectious. She smiled; it seemed that mostly everyone was slowly getting used to their circumstances. As she crossed her legs, she began undoing her braids, her hair wavy from how tightly bound it was. ]

Wow, you must have to sweep your room floor at least twice a week! [ As she ran her comb through her hair, she frowned at how many split ends had formed. ] But I know the feeling. I brush my hair outside because I don't want to bother Mister Snart.

[ Looking up at the woman, I-Pin's face filled with surprise at the little fun fact. ] Really? What if the hair is too thin or brittle? Wouldn't the birds like thicker hairs?