I am a doctor, yes. My name is Angela Ziegler. I have been for nearly twenty years now. I started trimming hair here as a favor for a friend and it just kept gaining interest, and surgeons do have nimble hands, after all.

[ She picks up the scissors for a few teasing snips to demonstrate before they're set back down. ]

Exciting... I suppose it is; as much as I enjoy helping others and saving lives, this is a nice change of pace. Though I don't think I'll be making a career out of it. [ This is admitted with a teasing tone, flavored with a gentle Swiss accent as she combs back through his hair. She seems to be deliberating it, if he's watching her. The color was interesting enough, and the remark on a year of salt air has her laughing softly. Her own pale blond is wavier than usual because of it, a little drier, but she had bathed often in the scented oils of the baths offered by the natives and it had helped retain her appearance. The styling products... were largely nonexistent, so she wasn't able to brush the waves out as she usually would, but she wasn't too fussed. She's visibly suffered the same fate. ] We'll get you back in order then.

[ She pulls over her basin and guides him to sit up a little further, tipping the back of the chair down (really, it's just improvised gym equipment drug out to the main lobby) so the majority of his head was clear to scoop water up into. ]

Your mother's raised you with fine manners, then. What did she call you?