“Tape won’t stick to your hair. I’d have to cut it down to the scalp.”

Lois’s eyes flashed and she taught Lana a new phrase. “Then forget it. We’ll have to make our move when they come back.”

“Why then?”

“Unless you have a cutting torch hidden in your bra, we’re not leaving this room until they open the door. Besides, they probably have to talk to the boss so he or she can decide what to do with us.”

“Oh. That’s encouraging, I suppose.”