"It is nice to meet you." Lola smiled, this interaction and her thoughts on hair completely separate, she barely even noticed that she had two fuzzy carriers making friends with each other still on her shoulder. Just a friendly pleasant little smile.

"Well, at home nobody has hair like that. And I put a lot of time and energy to keep my hair looking like this. When people have hair exactly like that in other places. Completely unfair." There's no real malice in her thoughts, which she says pretty much as soon as she has the words for them. Just a simple tragedy of fate that she can't be pink haired without the time, money, effort and stylist. What makes it worse, of course, is that her money and stylist are back in Canada. Not here. Thus her concerns that as her hair grows out she will need to do something. "And since yours is natural, I can't ask for your help getting my hair to stay like this."