Growing up your long hair had been a digit of your status, and pertinent to your being. But now, being in the Van Der Linde gang, it serves as more of a burden than a blessing. Snagged on doors, caught by O'Driscolls, and gnawed on my pests and animals. You'd had enough.

Arthur loved you no matter what, but you were still wary how he'd react to your new appearance. At first he hadn't even noticed you, assumed there was a new member to the gang.

"Darlin', ya won't believe what I just saw—" he calls, stepping into the room.