[Athena learns quickly, copying Red’s actions whenever she gets the hairdryer back. In no time, her hair is combed and dried, and she runs her fingers through it appraisingly.] That was fast, [she remarks. Even faster than letting it dry in the sun.
She stands and walks to the mirror, taking a moment to admire the shine of her hair in the reflection. Satisfied with that, she instinctively reaches for her folded Atlas fatigues on the floor, shaking them out to prepare to dress.]
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She stands and walks to the mirror, taking a moment to admire the shine of her hair in the reflection. Satisfied with that, she instinctively reaches for her folded Atlas fatigues on the floor, shaking them out to prepare to dress.]