"You are so not going anywhere near my hair," Claire shook her head, a warning look in her eye. As thought to protect her locks, she pulled them over her left shoulder, away from where Sam stood, although she was also finding it quite hard not to smile at the very thought. "Besides, my hair is way too fine to be a beard. Not that I've really known a lot of people with beards or anything, but sometimes my dad didn't shave when he got a few days off work, just so that he could come around and tickle me with it. I always complained so much, because it was all scratchy and stuff."

Lifting her chin, Claire managed a small laugh, before shaking her head. "Meanwhile, my hair is carefully tended to. Back home, I used Herbal Essences. Here, I use whatever plant oils I can get my hands on. Less convenient, but probably better for my hair anyway." With a small sigh, she rested her head against her pillow again.

"But, you've got me pegged right, don't worry. I mean, yeah, sometimes I get mad when friends joke too much about a serious situation, but you weren't making fun of it or anything. Just distracting me, and laughing like this, it's good."