[Do you not know the terrible secret of space medicine cabinets? They're event horizons of stuff. You might think you have your essentials in there, but then you'll open it and discover all kinds of shit you don't recognize. Who does it belong to? Where did it come from?

It is a mystery.

Also, Kid is spritzing one pigtail down before plucking the brush from her hand to comb through it.]

I would have thought being experienced would give you confidence in my competency. ...Brushing this eighty-eight times should be sufficient--

[Kid, stop, they'll be here all day!]