She nodded slightly as he adjusted his new uniform and with the fingers of her left hand, she brushed a messy strand of glossy black hair away from her face. Silently, she studied his movements and facial expression before he turned and went to change into his travel clothes.
She folded her arms across her chest and leaned comfortably against the wall as she waited for her companion to change.
"Shall I get my red dress ready for Manhattan? Red is in my repertoire as it matches well with my hair, after all."
As soon as he came back, she turned her gaze back to him while still leaning against the wall as was customary among the bums on the streets of Houston - a gesture she had clearly learned from the locals. She tilted her head to the right side so that that unruly lock of hair once again covered the left side of her face. She pouted her lips in amusement and watched his reaction.
"A red dress and a red rose in my hair. What do you think, Mister Doe?"
