[Lulubell has given up trying to tell the food here how much she disapproves of it by glaring. Today, she just paces the cafeteria at a leisurely pace, nursing a cup of awful tea and staring out at nothing in particular. When she sees Kate, there's a decision to be made. Ignore her, or engage? They've only talked once.
2?
But she figures she might as well.]
Your hair is shorter.
[For lack of a different conversation starter.]