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[myownbestfriend]

[Say hello to Emma Frost, an intimidatingly beautiful but apparently normal human woman who is not especially pleased to be on a giant turtle and drafted into some kind of metaphysical war. She's got it dialed down to an aura of vague irritation, though, and she leans back in the large desk chair that came with her Fire Sector suite. The deep brown of the leather sets off her pale coloration and low-cut white X-Men uniform to excellent effect, and if you think she didn't plan that, you haven't met Emma.]

Please tell me there's a half-decent salon somewhere on this planet.

[If she has to do her own roots she's switching to diamond form until the problem is resolved, see if she doesn't.

Yes, yes, Malicant, a murdered emperor, giant turtles all but extinct, a world on the verge of destruction...but none of those are the sort of thing one ought to ask stupid questions about in public, now are they?]

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[myownbestfriend]

[Emma looks at Ellie for a moment, assessing how sincere the question is.]

Different things matter to different people. This [Emma gestures at her very put-together self] is who I am. If I stopped caring about my appearance, I'd be losing a major part of myself.

[Ellie gets an honest answer, rather than something flippant about the clothes making the woman or other witticism to redirect attention.]

[mightythinice]

[the question was sincere enough, so Ellie's surprised to get some sort of honest answer out of her. But that invites the next question, once she has time to process it]

But what if there wasn't anything to take care of your appearance? No salons or anything like that, what would you do?

[myownbestfriend]

[Given that this is Emma? Stay in diamond form most of the time.]

I would be remarkably unpleasant to be around.

[She knows her weaknesses. She simply chooses not to consider them weaknesses.]