[Hm... Yeah, given that she still doesn't know how he'd react if she bled around him -- or, more accurately, she could very well guess how he might react -- having him help may not be the best idea... It's a little disappointing. The counteroffer makes her scoff out a small laugh.]

I would care... But I -- guess I don't see myself -- so often.

[There was a mirror at the apartment, though, and another here. Would it really bother her? Slipping her fingers through the overgrowth again, she makes a soft, considering noise. Well, they had time to think. For now, she should retrieve that comb she'd found, lament the fact that she hadn't gotten two right away, that was kind of boneheaded of her, and trot back over to the bed. ]

If you let me -- sit behind you, I-I'll do it. Your hair's -- so long. Longer than mine ever was.