“I’ll take that for a no.” “It’s bad for hair.” She wasn’t about to argue with him. There was no way she could tactfully point out that she didn’t believe that was factual. At least not without him mentioning that he wasn’t fully human or her using the argument that she’d had a dog as a child and had used a blow dryer on him. It might be a touchy subject she didn’t want to broach. She just used a towel to vigorously rub the wet strands. The bags they’d brought from the supply store contained a bunch of T-shirts and some size-medium cotton leggings. She’d been given two white exercise bras. They were stretch material designed to accommodate various breast shapes. The only dress that had been included made her gape as she pulled it out. “I like that. Wear it.” Jeanie frowned. “It’s got bright purple and pink flowers all over it. I think a satellite from space could spot me in this, True.” She thought it was dreadful. It reminded her of something found in a Hawaiian tourist trap that someone with poor eyesight might buy.