"I - " Her hand comes up to tug at her hair. She had been thinking of cutting it short, back home - to change her appearance and all that. Easiest way to throw people off her trail. But she certainly hasn't here.

Of course, that incredulous question sends a puff of air in her face. She wrinkles her nose in disbelief. "Bartimaeus, are you drunk?" But that's beside the point. "No, my hair shouldn't be shorter. Look - " She lets out a breath. "I think the problem is that we've come here from - From different times."