[Anyone on deck this morning may have heard a comical scream as Olive fell overboard when the Admiral came in for a landing. Anyone looking at their communicator now can see hair. Lots and lots and LOTS of red hair.]

Is this a joke? Hah hah, this is hilarious, is that good enough? Anybody? Admiral? Bueller? God, Bueller, come save me. ...And bring scissors.

[Olive is picking up a bunch of red hair in her arms, staring at it, and then throwing it over her shoulder.]

There is no way this is all my hair. There are no doors. Just this one stupid window and I am up way too high for there not to be some kind of staircase. Who has a ladder?

[And as she takes a few steps toward the window, she gets tripped up - by her hair - and falls. The communicator clatters to the floor, and someone is trying to curse.] Fudge! Fudge! ...What the--

Oh my God. I'm Rapunzel. With a f--f--fabulous filter. [And face palm. You can hear it.]

[Private to Heero]

[Added a little later, after she. Gets untangled.] Hey, Heero, where are you? Did you stay on board? [Halp. :|]