"Okay," Sherry smiled at Claire and gave Chris an apologetic look. "Sorry, Uncle Chris, but I... don't trust you with my hair." She was picky enough with people touching it, but wielding sharp objects near it?

She didn't want to be bald, no sir. Someone on the ship was already doing that look and he was creepy and not Kon-Approved. Sherry looked around the countryside and frowned slightly. "It's so green. Pretty, though." Much greener than Raccoon had been, at least.