"I mean, probably? I don't know how different you want to look."

"I mostly want longer hair and to not look like some starving poor person." (Her last haircut was a halfassed attempt to nonconsensually shave her head with a knife.)

"Ooh, okay, if you want your hair put back you need a demon or an angel and for that you can probably find a place in Revelation though I don't know a specific one, that's just where you're most likely to find demons and angels doing small scale stuff like that."

"Cool, thanks!"

She takes her stuff and heads back to the apartment, first, to set everything down and try the trail mix and take a look at Keoni's restaurant once she's eaten enough to trust herself not to make stupid choices.

Keoni's restaurant has a live band playing, and dancers, mostly humans but one of the dancers has dove-gray hair and one of the musicians is something else slightly not-human that Fere hasn't met one of before. The food is mostly distributed by robots, and Keoni has a couple assistants in the open kitchen chirping "yes chef" at her while they operate huge appliances to make large batches of things. There's a sign that says "all you can eat" with separate prices for adults and kids under 12. Some of the patrons of the restaurant are a group of unaccompanied ten year olds splitting a huge bowl of poi.

Wow, that's incredible. She stares transfixed at the dancers for a while, getting increasingly tempted to get dinner here, but if that doesn't draw attention after a while she'll just go have more trail mix and try to figure out how to get to Revelation.

Keoni is very absorbed in making something with fish and does not really notice her.

If Fere makes her way back to where she was resurrected, there are signs for the bus station, and more signs inside the bus station, indicating that she can get from the local line to the planet's hub by getting on one of this kind of bus and then switching to one of that kind of bus and then getting off in Revelation.

Ugh, signs. She is cool and smart for eventually puzzling them out.

She visits Revelation. She looks for an info place or something.

The bus station in Revelation has info booths! The info booth person is a human but has a lot of piercings. "Hiya! What's up?"

"Do you know a place I can get my hair done?"

"Ooh - done like you want more of it so you need magic?"

"Yeah. And maybe braided or something while I'm there if it's not too expensive."

"Okay, let's see. You willing to take another bus to get there?"

"Sure."

"Okay, take the Europe shuttle, platform 95A, and get off at Munich and then you want Wolkenschönheit Raphael," says the info booth lady.

She repeats most of that back and needs a couple tries before she can remember all that but then she goes and finds Wolkenschönheit Raphael.

Wolkenschönheit Raphael is not too far away from the bus stop in Munich; it's up in a skyscraper and she has to take an elevator but then she's there in a luxurious salon furnished with glowy fluffy cloud-looking stuff that is solid enough to walk or sit on but pleasantly yielding. "Welcome!" says an angel, coming up to her with a computer in hand. "Do you have an appointment or are you here for walk-in service?"

"The second thing. How much is it?"

"Depends what you want! Do you want Raphael, or a different stylist? Do you want a short treatment, maybe just your hair, or a long one involving more features? Do you want to pick up some products to use at home to maintain the style?"

So many choices! "Whichever stylist is cheapest and the rest of me is fine and I don't know how to use products."

"All right, I'm free now and I can do something low-maintenance for you. What effect are you going for?"

"Longer and neater and healthy and maybe another color?"

"How long?" the angel asks, gesturing her into a chair.

"Something reasonable? Not so long I can't keep it neat. Not so it gets in my way. Just make it look like nobody's ever grabbed me and cut my hair off just to fuck with me."

"Wow, you must have some stories there," says the angel. Fere's reflection in the mirror is softly lit; the angel stands behind her and unexists the ragged bits of hair on her scalp to start with a clean slate. "I'm seeing you in a dramatic auburn, wavy, past the shoulders, just the right length for a French twist or a chignon if you want it up - I can teach you to do those. I will do my best to give you a low maintenance texture but I do really recommend one of the serums over there," she points, "they're great for keeping your ends from splitting so you don't have to come back once a month to have your hair repaired..." While she talks she's rubbing something into Fere's bare head which appears to be bright blue. "This is a moisturizer but it will also help me mark my place so I don't miss any spots and leave you with a weird patchy look, it will be all gone when I'm done, I'll poof it as I go," the angel says. And then she sets to work. She has a gigantic roll of, apparently, hair, which she takes pieces off in sections and transforms from a generic straight dark blonde to a wavy auburn, and then connects bit by tingly bit to the follicles. "It'll grow in this way too, I'm on it, don't you worry - are you going to want me to do your eyebrows?"