I'll keep that in mind.

[Or at least, if she saw someone hiding in the shadows, that'd be a possible clue. With a thought to her own appearance. she waited for a break before tentatively running a hand through her hair. She felt through dampened locks and, while it wasn't a proper clean, she didn't feel anything sticky. Looking up at Jakob]

Um, does it look alright? Wetness aside, I mean.

[A lack of frosting still had to be better than most things, right?]