[She takes the roll with a nod of thanks, and tears off a good length before handing it back, wiping as much of the dirt, liquor, and greasy, stray, abandoned hairs as she can.]

I think it came out of the drain... I don't really know. I went in and it was pulling itself out of the bathtub...

[She shudders a little at the thought. The alley still smells of burnt hair.]