Parsee glanced over at the girl who was talking to her, her head cocking, and she was immediately jealous of her hair. It would have been impossible not to be. The youkai imagined that a lot of people were jealous of its volume and luster. She didn't dwell on it too long, though, snorting and grinning almost grimly while she took her jacket and shook the slush off.

"Oh, it's bound to get better for you instead of worse," she said. There was a bit of an acrid edge under the words. "I doubt it's going to be that great for me, but I'm used to that."