[Oh no, he called her hair pretty...she can't help but blush a little, charmed. He must be popular with the ladies.

Her cloak did, fortunately, save her clothes from getting soaked, but her hair is already frizzy from the moisture. Out of habit she tugs back her hood and tries to pat it down into something manageable.]

It might be too late for my hair, but I'll take the compliment all the same. Besides having no idea where I am, I'd say I'm perfectly fine. And you? You seem to be enjoying this a little.