It would definitely be tough, having to remind yourself constantly to go slowly enough to be seen. The smile - instead of that usual grin - is different, and noted as a sort of change of pace; the conversation is moving away from the hypothetical and into the real, she thinks.

"Your hair's not that bad," she muses, "It could be worse." But she's all about accepting oneself. Easier said than done when she spends half her time looking like someone else entirely.

"And who says I don't? Maybe I've just gotten past petty theft, and I've moved onto bigger and better things."