Theo considers her hair with a thoughtful sort of frown, nodding. "It's really not much of a look," He agrees. "Not that I'm one to judge." It looks a bit like she lost a fight with a lawnmower. He's not sure if he should ask why they cut off all her hair. Spite is likely the reason. It's the prime motivator here, as far as he can tell.

He spares a glance to the other prisoner and the military folks. They're still milling around on the other side of the yard, but definitely watching them. Especially the other prisoner. He looks familiar. Theo can't quite place it, but he's sure he's seen this guy before.

"What did it look like before you got attacked by a pack of toddlers with kitchen shears?" All he can think of is what happened to him as a kid when he tried to cut his own hair. "I'm guessing better than..." His ability to gesture is somewhat impaired by his hands cuffed together, but he manages it all the same.