MARCH!?! Okay then...

"Interesting."

"I think it's the eyes. Nah, I don't want to be Scottish, Grey eyes, black hair, I could pose as your sister, so I'll have to be..." I gulped. "American."

I laughed a bit, "Oh come on we aren't so bad."

(((Oh, but sometimes, they are.)))

I sighed. "Right, better get to it." I started to repeat the process, but at last second, I decided to keep my hair Brown, but an extremely dark brown, like wet bark.
I was so weird having my hair be long again. I curled it a bit on the ends, but made them look natural. I soon put in my contacts and blinked a couple times.

((sometimes))

"Ready?"

I quickly put my stuff away. "Yeah, but we need to find a place to change clothes soon."

"There are lots of places with bathrooms."

"Good," I pulled out a smaller bag from my duffle. I shoved my jacket into it. "Come on," I said, handing her the smaller bag.

"What do I do with this?"

"It has clothes in it. Put it in your bag for now."

I nodded and put it in my bag.

I looked around and cleared my throat. "Come on," I said, taking the American accent.

"Coming."

"Dang, this is weird, I haven't used U.S. slang in years!" I perfectly replicated the American accent of the region.

I laughed, "Well you're good at it."

"Thanks, I have to be."

"You're welcome."

I looked around. Have to be. For some reason, I couldn't get North Pole out of my head.

"What's wrong?"

I shook it head. "Nothing."

"I'm trying really hard not to read your mind..."

"Fine! I'm thinking about that North Pole mission, remember the one I told you about?"

"Yes, I remember," I said calmly and quietly.