Alex could only ponder what they would be wanted for. Her thoughts bordered on a conspiracy theorist's wet dream. What were they interested in them for? Weapons of war? Spies? Some DARPA project? God-only-knows-what? She didn't know but at this point wasn't sure she cared. They wanted them for some reason, and whatever that reason was, she had not intention of going. 

Daniel seemed to relax and grin, "I bet this is the first time you've ever seen the government care this much about you, besides your tax returns and such, eh?"

She couldn't help but crack a smile as she scooped the last bit of the oatmeal from the bowl. “Got that right.” She sighed, “I suppose now we have our faces plastered on the news we'll have to change our appearance a bit.” She didn't like the idea, but she knew her most obvious feature would have to change, her hair. She loved her long hair, but its length and color made her stand out quite a bit. Maybe she could find some scissors and some dye or something. She thought it over a bit, contemplating if magic could help, and if it could, how could she command it.

“Got any tricks up your sleeve?”