What does that even mean.

[ Gives him a glare that has, like, no real force behind it. ]

Once I'm dry? Try being sensitive for once in your life.

[ Still. Given his prompting, she'll shift and pull off the towel she's had wrapped around her hair. ... said hair is still damp, but at least no longer soaked. Vriska frowns. ]

Ugh. Honestly, I need a change of clothes. And to get my hair out of these stupid fucking braids. Why did I ever think these looked cool? They're not cool, Okuyasu. They are the opposite of cool.