"Wouldn't it be more appropriate if your hair was...you know...ruby red?" said one the girls--Viridian, I was pretty sure. She was wearing a black hijab and a red and black flannel shirt with leggings and boots. She was looking at my file. At the picture that had been taken before the idiots--I mean, my superiors--had forced me to dye my hair back to its natural, boring black color.