She doesn't need the invitation to know better, moving to settle down behind Amélie with her knees tucked up under her: claws quick to section out a legth of straight, silken hair. It's not exactly unfamiliar territory. Her own hair is infinitely more fickle— curling with dampness after the shower she'd taken— even after the addition of her long, long extensions.

Working with Amélie's hair? Easy. Painless. Nice, even, though she isn't going to bother admitting it when she starts to brush with a practiced precision.