That's her first thought, how do you get a tan on your neck if your hair is that long?, and then she wonders why the fuck anybody would actually care about something so insignificant anyway, hair or not. It's not like there's a whole lot of sunscreen to go around any more. The stuff they have, expired like everything else, probably doesn't work like it's supposed to anymore, such is life in the apocalypse.

He was around before it all went to shit, though. Of course he was, he's- older. Abby had never considered this about him before. He blends so seamlessly into the world that it's hard to imagine him existing in any other capacity.

Suddenly, she's hungry for information.

"How old were you?"

When it happened.

Abby didn't exist. She wasn't even 'a twinkle in your daddy's eye', another fucking weird thing older survivors like to say when they're talking about the before times.