"I know a good trick, but you gotta promise not to complain or ask any questions," Reno says, and lets go of Rufus's hair. He's got a trick, alright—one has to go to the kitchen for. Whoever the hell makes Rufus his food around here, he's sure they must keep it stocked with the basics, and sure enough, there are eggs. Eggs that he has to take the time to separate the whites from, but it doesn't take very long. Once he's got them in a bowl and whipped them up sufficiently, he brings it back to Rufus's room.

And then he sure is slicking the President's hair back with eggs. "Reminds me'a the good ol' days," he says as he dips his bare hand in there and smooths it through Rufus's hair. "I used to do this when I needed a costume change on the fly. Works great, washes out easy. Supposedly it's pretty good for your hair, too."