"Oh," Alice cants her head, uncertainly, over the edge of her newspaper. "Is that, uh -- there are horses, if you're in a hurry. They can take you to the rings, and from there it's just --"

Her fingers pinch in, then splay out. Poof. Alice has seen a lot of strange things in the Station and in Fillory, but this girl's hair has to take the cake, frosting, and entire bakery. She might even stand out in New York.

"They don't seem to mind if you just borrow one, anyway." At that, she ducks back a bit, the paper held almost protectively between them, and her eyes still fixed on Effie. "I -- I like your hair."

It's magnificent.