Now that he had a spare moment, Kyle was over at the edge of the bathhouse pool, undoing the long blue cord that held his hair in place. This he caught in his teeth while he unraveled his braid. Wouldn't do to get his things wet -- especially now that it might be tough trying to get them replaced.

He always felt weird with his hair down; it was even more bizarre to be doing so around strangers in what wasn't even a proper heated bath. Nevertheless, he started the process of shedding his armor, putting each piece carefully to the side.

...This was going to take a while.