Molly looked up at the nurse lazily and smiled, lifting her arm to throw a thumbs up. She paused for a moment and felt as her eye widened. "W-wwww-wait, we gotta c-cut my hair?" In her dazed state, she managed to pout and bring her arms to her stomach, feeling the length of her magnificent hair beneath her. She was practically sitting on it, it had been with her for so long. She then sighed as she remembered how many times she had been thrown around by it or pulled into the ground by it, and nodded solemnly. She loved her hair, but it seemed to be a sound strategy to cut it shorter as well as allowing the nurse to get a closer look at her wound.

"Go ahead 'nd do whatcha gotta..." She said to both the nurse and Dimitri, flashing a sluggish smile and wincing as she felt a sharp pain in her neck and skull. She then looked to Ryan's statistical rambling with a tired grimace, "Don'tcha have lunch to eat or somethin'? Instead of makin' my headache worse with alluh these numbers 'n' crap?" She clutched her forehead before wiping the blood from her eye enough to finally have both open. She held out a hand, covered with red, and seemed to gesture to Dimitri for a cloth with which to wash her face, "Help a sister out here?"