Molly felt the cool air of the medbay touch the bare skin of her scalp as the scissors snipped away a large patch of her luxurious mane. It was a strange feeling, a feeling of lightness but also absence. What was even stranger was the slight twinges of pain and discomfort as the needle entered and left the skin of her scalp, sealing up the wound with surprising speed. She forgot entirely that the cold cloth had even touched her head with the constant pulling and pushing on her wound, feeling as if tiny men were trying to pull her skin together by force. She grit her teeth and whimpered occasionally, but kept a stern face. She had received injuries before but none so debilitating. Unless you count the time she broke both her legs in a diamond heist gone wrong.

She felt as if she were swimming in her own mind when the nurse and Dimitri spoke to each other, but full control of her mouth had returned to her. She could only manage to choke out, "I ain't no patchwork doll." The mixture of the breeze on her scalp and the twinges of pain from her skull made her pout, "We might as well just cut all of my hair off. After I grew it for so damn long." She looked up to Dimitri and shook him by his dented, scratched arm. "Name's Madame Smash, by the way. Hey, take a look what the nurse cut away. Think I can turn it into a mohawk or something?"