He lifted the one hand that could feel and, for a moment, it felt alien. He was used to the longer hair, the ponytail, and when he drew the towel off, he could feel a breeze on the back of his neck that wasn't quite familiar. But then he looked into the mirror - and it was like looking at a memory. He was looking at Bucky Barnes. But it suited. At least for now, it suited. It wasn't like there were a lot of ways to do hair for a guy. "Looks good," he said, slowly nodding. "Thanks."