Relena has had a similar idea, standing near the wall in some attempt to squint and figure out her hair situation. She doesn't care as much about how she looks - though she doesn't want to look like a ball of filth either - but the idea of getting mats out of her long hair sounds like a hell she doesn't want to face. She's combing her fingers through it in lieu of a hairbrush and trying to get it as neat as possible. They took her hair bow and everything... sad.

She turns a sympathetic smile to Zari as she pauses in her hair wrangling.

"I have a feeling we'll be lucky if they chuck a bar of soap at us through our cell doors."