The sounds of Macklemore's Downtown can be heard in the library as Justin hammers away at a punching bag in front of him that he has hung from the ceiling of his room. The young Ahroun his shirtless and covered in sweat as he bounces from foot to foot in his fighter's dance. As he moves, he has a bit of swagger in his moves.

The sound of the ex-Arts room opening is probably drowned out by the punching and the music, but what isn't is Felix sliding into the doorway to do a knee drop on the last and most emphatic of the chorus-introductory "DOOOOWWWWWWN TO-OWN!" exclamations. Which he absolutely sings along with, belting it out as dramatically as he can. Ham. He reaches an arm imploringly toward his packmate and sings much more sweetly, "She has her arms around your waist; you're the balance that will keep her safe. Have you ever felt the warm embrace of a leather seat between your legs?"

"DOOOOWWWN TO-OWN!" Justin sings out along with Felix with a laugh, giving another combination of punches into the bag. "Usted no quiero que ninguna carne de vaca! Se' que corro por las calles, chico! Mejor me siga hacia to DOOOWWWN TOOON!" This time he sings the lyrics in Spanish, rolling the rrrr's perfectly along his tongue with a laugh.

Felix bounces to his feet and dances into Justin's room, still singing as well, although he sticks to English. And a good thing too, since he'd probably have to change songs to do otherwise. Should I Stay or Should I Go, maybe. Or Feliz Navidad. "What you see is what you get, girl; don't ever forget, girl, ain't seen nothin' yet until you're downtowwwn!" He doesn't continue into the rap part, instead hopping up onto the desk and crossing his legs indian style, watching Justin hit the bag. "Damn straight, we run the streets, boy," he says, setting his hands behind him and leaning back on them. "When'd you get the bag? We got one upstairs yet, or you just bogartin' it?" he mostly-teases.

Justin catches the bag on rebound and straightens it out. Grinning over to his singing packmate, he says, "Just bogarding it for a bit. Wanted to see how strong the beams in the ceiling were. How are you doing?" He asks as he plucks a towel up and starts to wipe his bare frame down. "So, check it out, Thane of the Shadow Lords is planning to challenge Jacinta for Alpha. Expect some shaking up to go down real soon. It may get cray."

"For a bit, huh? So how strong ARE they? And where'd you get it?" Felix asks. He's currently sitting cross-legged on the desk, leaning back on his hands while he chats to Justin. "I'm good. I'm fantastic, in fact. Ask anyone. And speakin' of which, how was the date? Inquirin' minds wanna know. Did, for example, certain Fosterns of our acquaintance at least manage to break the law of no first date kissin'? 'cause I wouldn't wanna hafta mock you forever or nothin'." He grins, lifting a brow. "...an' yeah? What kinda cray?"

Coming up from the lower floors is the click click of claws on old wood. It's likely a fair guess as to who it is and there's a coywolf in sight in short order. First long ears then lean muzzle and he's cresting the landing with a woof of greeting.

Smirking at him, Justin taps the bag. "Found this guy at the junk yard and I filled it up with cat litter and duct taped it back together. Does the same job. You can have it if you want." He says as he grabs the bag and lifts upwards to remove it from the hook, then places it on the floor with a thud. "Inquiring minds wanna know, huh? Yeah, I got that kiss in." He says with a goofy grin upon his face. "Hey Watcher!" He calls over to his best coywolf friend.

Felix gives the bag an approving look, especially at the thud it makes. "Nice. I was thinkin' maybe we could kinda roll up an old fucked up mattress, duct tape it up real tight, but that's better. Yeah, we should hang that shit upstairs. An' beat the kitty litter outta it." He sits up when his other question gets answered, which gets an even more enthusiastic, "Nice!" and he leans forward to offer Justin a fistbump. "Good goin'. So, second date then?" He gives Watcher a grin and a chin-up of greeting when the coywolf wanders in. "'sup?"

Three-Mountains joins his two packmates, bumping his shoulder into each in turn and giving them a lazy sniff in his own manner of 'hey, how ya doin?'. He flops down onto his stomach a few steps away with a wide yawn, looking a bit sleepy with the impression he may have been up for awhile.

Justin returns the fist bump, then flops down and wraps arms about Watcher for a hug. "Yeah, yeah, got a second date with her. Haven't lined it up yet but she is down. We had a great time. So, anyways, yeah, Thane of the Shadow Lords wants to be Sept Alpha. If he succeeds, it may make things interesting. I know Lords do not got the best reps and I can think of a few Garou that will have an issue taking orders for him."

Felix reaches down to give Watcher a friendly pat in return for the shoulder-bump, then rests his elbow on his knee, chin on his hand, so he can see the pair of them more easily down there. "Kick ass. Now don't fuck it up," he teases the Ahroun. "Anyway, if he succeeds, they don't got much choice, do they? Take the orders, challenge him outta the spot, or leave town, more or less. Who you thinkin'd have notable issues?"

Three-Mountains twitches his ears at the news, the Galliard tilting his head curiously. She is higher rank. Difficult challenge. Will need to fight to earn respect. Fight hard. He is not sure it is wise. There must be a good reason. He gives a quiet huff as he lays his head onto his paws not looking convinced.

"Jacinta has him in rank but I think Thane can kick her ass in combat easy peasy. And I know Salem will have issue, maybe Emma also." Justin says as he ruffles up Three Mountain's ears with his fingers "And the reason? Because she does not give us any direction to be honest. She sits out there in the woods and does not give orders. Thane probably thinks he is more savvy when it comes to organizing. Or, he just wants to light a fire under her ass, force her to take action."

"Then she better choose some other kinda challenge if she wants to keep the job," Felix says, "I'd rather have a smart Alpha than one that's good at one on one combat, personally. Although both ain't bad. Thane seemed pretty okay, I reckon. Ain't even met Jacinta yet, just heard about her. Seems like a decent idea either way, though, folks need their fires lit now an' then."

I only met her briefly, says Three-Mountains. She is reclusive, she keeps to her tribe. While the Uktena seems reluctant about the challenge, he agrees leaders must be tested by the next strongest. A pack must stay healthy and a weak leader should not remain.

Justin gives a nod of his head. "That's just the wolf in you talking." He says with a grin to Three Mountains. "In the real world it isn't so cut and dry. Sometimes it's a popularity contest. Does not mean shit if you are strong or weak if you got people to support you. It is how we elect shitty people into office."

Felix shifts postion, one leg dangling off the edge of the desk while the sole of the other boot settles on the edge of the desktop and he wraps his arms loosely around the leg. "There's wolf in all of us, though. I mean, okay, some more'n others, but even so. Even when we're doin' shit pretty democratic-like, we don't really elect."

Three-Mountains snorts. Humans make it complicated. He nibbles at an itchy spot at the base of his claw. Popular does not matter. A leader who speaks well can only lead till they need to act. A leader who can only fight fails when they must speak. Like does not matter then.

"Well, you will not see me go for Alpha anytime soon of this Sept." Justin chuckles as he keeps ruffling up the ears of his best wolf friend. "We still got vampires to take care of."

Felix laughs. "If was gonna I best get warnin' first, 'cause I'd DAMN well wanna watch that," he says, "...or possibly talk you outta it 'fore some Athro handed you your balls. That'd be gettin' damn near prize-winnin' dumb." He makes a face about the vampires, and nods. "We got any new leads? Still want me to check out that club? Moon's nice an' small."

"Nah, got no new leads. You can still check out that club if you want, but word on the street is no one is missing. No crazy church guys. Who knows. Maybe they got whacked by something worse than us... or maybe they moved on, or maybe this and maybe that." Justin says as he shrugs his shoulders upwards. "At least you get to go clubbing."

"Yup. Win-win!" Felix agrees, not making the slightest effort to pretend that isn't also in the priority list here. "An' I didn't hear about anyone missin' either, which is overall good. Yeah, though, maybe after they sent their message, they started thinkin' maybe y'all might have more friends than they were thinkin', and decided to move out. If somethin' worse'n us got 'em, though, that seems like the kinda thing we might wanna find out about, 'cause our enemy's enemy ain't always our friend..."

If they left, then that is good. Three-Mountains says to his packmates with a thumping wag of his tail. No problem then. We can focus on other enemies.

"Yeah, so, hey, Briari did toss a bone our way. How would you guys like to tail a few employees and swipe some badges?" Justin asks with a grin on his face. "She said something about trying to duplicate them so they can get easy in and easy out access of the Tower."

Felix grins, sitting cross-legged again so he can lean forward more easily. "Do we gotta do it subtle?" he asks, "I'm guessin' maybe yeah, 'cause otherwise wouldn't be no need to duplicate 'em, could just use the real ones, it's just prolly more work. Though, reckon they might deactivate 'em if they knew they were taken..." He considers. "What're you thinkin'? Like, tail 'em home, an' break in to borrow 'em when no one's there?"

"Definitely think about tailing one. I was told the otter peeps can shape shift or something. So, if we can ... find someone of a good rank, maybe... take them out?" Justin says as he rubs the back of his nose. "Give her the card, let it rip. She can sneak in at night and pretend to be this guy or girl or whoever. Figure the higher up of a guy we get, the more ties to the nasty they have."

Felix nods, looking thoughtful. "Someone pretty high's gonna live somewhere pretty nice," he says, "Gotta be careful with those places. They got silent alarms an' shit, sometimes. We better case things good, whatever we end up doin', 'cause I don't wanna deal with whatever the new version of you-forgot-to-check-for-cameras would be if I don't gotta. Hard enough not losin' my shit last time." A pause. "Which reminds me I still gotta figure out how you fix walls. Fuck."

"How you fix walls?" Justin asks curiously. "I can fix walls. That is like... easy contractor type stuff. Do you mean like setting up dry wall and studs and such?"

Felix gestures toward the landing, "I mean out there where I put my fist through it after the first time she dropped by. That hole over by me an' Lilah's room, the one with the note? I don't know shit about contractor stuff. Maybe it'd be drywall an' studs an' shit, fuck if I know."

"Oh. Ha. Yeah, she got under your skin. That is hilarious dude. No offense." Justin says with a wide grin. "I can patch it up. That is easy shit. I'll steal something from Depot later and plaster it up."

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There's a brief flash of Rage in Felix's eyes when he looks over to the Ahroun again. "Yeah, she fuckin' did," he growls, "'cause she showed up in my house, on my moon, scared my girl, an' fuckin' threatened to buy our =home=, tear it down, an' turn it into a Starbucks as retaliation for fuckin' =pranks=. Maybe you don't care, maybe you forgot, but I do and I won't." His jaw tightens, then relaxes a little, and the tone's a shade more casual as he adds, "She also got on me for not givin' her Fosterny respect when she'd never even introduced herself, just showed up all wannabe comic-book and started makin' robot-voice threats, but that one I wasn't even that mad about, it's just annoyin'. I'm pretty fuckin' awesome but mind-readin' ain't one of my many talents."

"See, that is why it's hilarious because she is still under your skin. I woulda just laughed in her face and dropped a deuce on the floor in front of her. Sides, no way she can turn this place into a Starbucks. No foot traffic and bums don't buy expensive coffee." Justin rocks back and forth on his feet, then slides the towel around his neck. "Sides', can't say we didn't have it coming. We fucked with the farmhouse a /lot/ to the point that I was surprised no one of higher rank came at us to give us a beat down. I figure you two were all buddy buddy and shit after she taught you that parkour gift. That was cool of her at least. Life is too short to get bent about the stupid shit. She got your girl a job, two jobs also. I think you're even steven now. Go on and show me this hole."

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"I wasn't even in the pack yet when y'all did the farmhouse shit," Felix points out, "...but THAT I don't give a shit about. Am now, I'll take credit, whatever." He eyes the other Gnawer, and shakes his head, jaw tightening again. "I'm glad it gives you a fuckin' giggle. You don't get it. You didn't then an' you ain't gonna now. That is what rich people DO. They think they can walk all over poor folks, do what they like, beat us down with their cash if we resist or talk back or fuckin' LOOK at them wrong. 'cause everything we got in the world, it ain't as important as their fuckin' shampoo." He slides off the desk, striding across the room a couple times while he speaks, burning off some of the welling energy, and when he reaches the bag this time, gives it a pretty good punch, dangling or not. He glances up to the ceiling, then. "I'll work with her, an' I'll be civil, I'll be nice as pie, I'll appreciate when she does decent shit, an' I don't fuckin' hate her anymore, but I ain't gonna forget what she did. Or what she is." He walks out of the room, over toward the hole in the wall, and makes a 'ta da' gesture toward it. It is exactly as the object here describes.

Hole (2015/9/3)
There's a hole about the size of a Glabro fist in one of the walls of the landing. It's gone through the plaster and drywall, but not out the other side. A note in reasonably neat but slightly cramped printing is taped inside it: Sorry. I'll figure out how to fix it. - Felix

"Santa mierda que suena como un bebe' lloron ahora." Justin sighs as he wanders after him, shoving his hands into his pockets. Once they find the whole, he stares at it, then says, "Yeah, that is an easy patch job. No biggie. I will have it fixed by tonight."

<OOC> Felix says "Thbbt, lucky he hasn't picked up much Spanish yet. :P"
<OOC> Justin grins.
<OOC> Felix says "If it helps at all, she's already managed to get closer to forgiven than I really expected was possible after that. ;)"

"Lemme know if there's somethin' I should do to help," Felix says, "or if you need shit for it, or I can pay for it or whatever. 's my fault it's there in the first place, so."

"Nah, don't worry about it. S'all good. I have patched bigger holes." Justin says as he stares at it, then gives it a few pokes with his finger. "So what is your plans tonight?"

Felix leans against a hole-free portion of the wall. "Dunno. Hadn't really decided yet," he says, then pauses, considering. "Actually, no, hold on, it's Friday an' a new moon. I'm gonna find a party. Or two, if the first one sucks. 'less there's somethin' else we gotta do tonight?"

"Nah, you do you tonight. I don't have any plans myself. Maybe just get some burgers and shakes and hang out here and read comics or something." Justin says as he leans against the wall, kicking one foot back to rest upon it.

"Me doin' me tonight isn't my ideal option, but I guess in a real pinch..." Felix says, with a quick grin. "You could always come with, y'know. Although either way burgers an' shakes sound pretty good in the meantime."

"Yeah, well, last time I went to a party with you, I freaked out on a naked girl and bolted for my life." Justin snickers. "I am not built for parties man. Us wet backs are boring as fuck. Me and Watcher will probably find something to do I am sure. Maybe go on a pranking spree through the city." He peers over towards the slumbering coywolf. "Though he may have the best idea, just sleeping."

Felix and Justin are leaning against the wall on the landing; the door to the room Justin's claimed is open, and Three-Mountains is possibly napping in there. "You really gotta stop blamin' shit on that, man. I'm pretty sure borin' ain't the stereotype there," Felix says, giving Justin a crooked grin. "Might be you just need practice. But fine, fine. Only if you DO go on a prankin' spree, text me, 'cause I might wanna ditch for that. Dependin'. Sleepin', though, you're on your own with that one. We can sleep when we're dead. Or, y'know. Monday."

Speaking of sleeping when you're dead... Lilah emerges from the Arts room, yawning her head off. She pauses when she spots the others, and her face lights up into a smile. "Howdy, y'all," she murmurs, and scratches at her head. Her hair's a bit of a tousled mess from the pillow.

Sleeping indeed, but can you blame Three-Mountain? Outside it's cold and windy and wet. In here, it's dry and warmer, even if there are places where the wind whistles through the old building. As the Homids have been chatting away the Uktena has been napping, curled up in a shaggy ball of tawny and grey fur. The arrival of Lilah breaks up the monotonous droning of voices and he cracks open an eye. Upon recognizing the kingirl, he thumps his tail in greeting.

Felix is standing pretty near that door, and lights up as well when Lilah emerges. And not a cigarette, this time! "Mornin', beautiful!" he greets her -- well, it's morning somewhere -- and reaches over to snag her hand and pull her in for a kiss, despite the likely danger of morning breath. He's a daredevil!

"Howdy!" Lilah greets Three-Mountain, and bends down to offer him a scritch, if that's the sort of thing he's seemed amenable to in the past. Her hand gets snagged afterward, and she returns the daredevil's kiss warmly. "Mornin'," she says with a warm smile, and then turns her head to let out another yawn. "Oof, s'cuse me. I'm wore out. How are y'all doin'?"

Three-Mountains may be half and half of two wild canines but he is an amiable and cheery creature. He raises his head to press it against her hand, jaws parting to loll his tongue in a pleased grin. Alas, she's being snatches away and there's a slump of disappointment. He'd been trying to scratch that spot forever.

Felix cruelly snatches her away, all right, and keeps her for a little, too. Apparently kissing requires a few moments. Still, eventually she has at least one free hand again, should she be inclined to use it for scritching! "Sorry," he tells Lilah when she excuses her yawn, and fails to sound even the slightest bit actually sorry when he says it. Or look it; there's nothing at all apologetic about that grin. "I'm doin' not too bad. Better now. You sleep okay? We didn't wake you up makin' a racket, did we?"

Lilah does, indeed, return to the scritching, one hand in Felix's and the other reaching behind Three-Mountains' ear. "No you ain't," she grins right back to Felix, and then nods her head. "I slept a'right. Reckon I dunno what woke me up, but if it was y'all, I s'ppose that's okay, too." She looks between the two of them before asking, "How are y'all?"

Three-Mountains wags his delight at the return of the scratching. What a mooch of a werewolf! His noble, Pure elders would probably be ashamed. At her question, the Uktena tilts his head enough so he can turn one eye up to see her and whuffs cheerfully. He is okay! Even if she can't understand him, his body language is all relaxed and pleased like a lazy dog.

"No, I ain't," Felix agrees, managing to grin a bit wider, and he leans against the wall again, letting go of Lilah's hand so that he can slip his arm around her waist instead. "...he says he's okay," he translates for her, probably unnecessarily, "But, y'know, an enthusiastic-like okay. An' you still gotta ask how I am? Like I told Justin: I'm fantastic. Ask anyone." He bumps his shoulder lightly against hers. "You gotta work tomorrow? I reckon I might go huntin' a party tonight, so if you don't..."

Lilah continues scritching away, even as Three-Mountains is replying. Apparently she wasn't *too* worried. She grins over at Felix when he translates, nodding and saying, "'m glad to hear it." She reaches down to scritch beneath the Uktena's jaw, getting the fur there nice and petted. "Anyone, hm?" she ponders, and then asks Three-Mountains. "Tell me... is he fantastic 'r not?" A grin is offered in the wolf's direction, and then she answers Felix, "'m off tomorrow."

Three-Mountains is just soaking in the attention like a sponge, half rolling over and weighing down her hand with his slightly scrawny bulk. There's even that deeply contented groan canines give when they're just so very relaxed and happy. Yeup, his elders are certainly rolling in their graves that have long had suburbs built over them to the delight of Steven King. To answer the question about Felix, he gives a good-natured snort. Once he relaxes and stops worrying about a hole.

"He says of course," Felix blatantly lies, the kind of earnest that no one ever is otherwise, "Tales of my fantasticness are known far and wide. They might even put up a monument. Maybe near the fountain." He watches the scritching with a certain amount of amusement, but hey, all Gnawers know the joy of scritch. Can't judge!

"Oh, I'm glad t'hear that," Lilah says as though convinced. "I might learn t'speak that stuff, at this rate. Snorts mean ya think someone's amazin'. I'll keep that in mind." Naturally, she gives her own good-natured snort before grinning at the two of them. She breaks away from Felix slightly, the better to lean down and get in a belly scritch, if he'll allow it. "Whatcha think that monument's gonna look like?" she asks Felix.

Three-Mountains snorts once more, louder and exasperated and distinctly groaning, as he slants Felix A Look. He does merrily accept the scritching though as he dutifully rolls over. Aah, that's the life.

"Snorts mean you can't believe someone even has to ask," Felix promptly 'corrects', and gives Lilah a mock-pout when she forsakes him for shorter, furrier men. He settles back against the wall again, watching. "Good question. Might be they make a full-on statue of me. Might be they go more kinda Washington Monument. Hard to say."

"Good point," Lilah chuckles at Felix, shaking her head. She gives Three-Mountains a smile, and studiously avoids noticing Felix's pout. "Whattaya think the statue'd be doin', Fel?" Yes, Fel. As in Feel. She's finally decided to shorten his name, apparently. "I don't reckon the rest o' us know what yer statue should look like, an' if you're too busy signin' autographs an' suchlike, we won't set it up correctly." Bellyscritching on Three-Mountains continues.

Three-Mountains slants Felix another look, one ever so faintly smug. He's clearly the more liked of the two. He tips his head back till the top of his head and snout are all but on the floor, cheerily sprawled on his back to better absorb the belly scratching. Leave it to a supernatural killer to look like an overgrown puppy.

Watching the three of them with amusement, Justin gives a long stretch of his body, then flops a hand over his chest as he gives his bare skin a scratching with his nails.

"Prolly somethin' it shouldn't be," Felix answers Lilah, smirking, "I dunno. Flippin' people off. Could always go all traditional an' be pissin' in the fountain. 's got a certain somethin'." He shakes his head at TM's smug look, and somehow fails to look entirely convinced that he's been supplanted in Lilah's affections. "Reckon y'all'd have to get some kinda proper artist that knows how these monuments oughta go, to get it right. I can't do =everything= 'round here. Only got so many hours in the day."

"I assumed ya'd be pissin' on a wall, I gotta admit," Lilah laughs, "...but pissin' in the fountain's a much better look. See? Yer a natural at this." She smirks, and strokes her hands over Three-Mountains' belly softly, getting in some good patting rather than all scritches. "How 'bout you, Justin? How are ya?" she asks.

It'd be something to note with all the scratching and petting that Three-Mountains is a lot leaner than wolf or dog, most of that bulk seems to be fur, though he's by no means weak. There's commentary from the coywolf that marking ones territory on a wall makes sense. In water does not. The smell is gone then. Sidelong, Justin remarks, "I think you're missin' the point, furball." He does flash Lilah a grin though as he comes from further down the hall - a territory marking break himself. "Looking to cause some trouble tonight. New moon. Perfect time for it."

"Well, then I'd have to spend all the time facin' a wall, an' even a =statue= of me'd prolly get bored with that in no time flat," Felix says, "At least the fountain, there's the water an' there's everything happenin' past it." It's his turn to give a soft snort when the Uktena makes his comments, and he murmurs to Lilah, "Watcher says markin' territory on a wall makes sense, but not in water 'cause it wouldn't leave any smell." When Justin gives his answer, he grins again, adding to the kin, "Also, the date went well."

"Ya got a point," Lilah is forced to admit, as she continues to pat Three-Mountains' belly. She finally does lift up from her crouch, and walk over to lean against the man, the myth, the pissin' statue legend, Felix. "I dunno, Watcher. If you're big as a statue, an' ya pee ENOUGH, maybe that'd still leave enough of a smell, right?" She grins, and then turns that grin on Justin. "Ain't you lookin' to cause trouble *every* night?" she teases, and then asks, "What kinda trouble?"

Three-Mountains wrinkles his nose up to Lilah with a huff. There are old stories that is how lakes were made. No creature is that large. He rolls back onto his side with a wide, toothy yawn. "Dunno!" Says Justin as he sits down on the ground next to the coywolf, kicking back to use him as a joint back and headrest - the Uktena resigned to the idea. "Just head on out and see who's a likely target. There's gotta be someone out there who needs knocked down a peg or two. We are Coyotes, kinda in the job description."

"Maybe some creatures ain't that large, but they can drink an awful lot," Felix suggests to Three-Mountains, and he slides his arm back around Lilah's waist when she returns to him. "Prolly plenty of someones," he says, looking somewhat torn.

"I reckon if we're goin' out, or you're goin' out, either way, I'm gonna need a shower," Lilah says, pulling away from Felix as well now, the better to stretch her arms out with a yawn. "I better take m'shower. Can't go out bein' all grimy an' suchlike." Plus Lilahplayer needs a nap. Sorry!

Three-Mountains sees no need for a shower, though he does lift his head and squirm enough to slather the top of Justin's head with a slobbery tongue. We will see who we can teach coyote's lessons to! It is the right night for it.

Wrinkling his nose at the lick across his head, Justin gives his best friend a shove, then rolls him into a headlock, followed by a knuckled noogie into his skull. "Well, Felix here got a mad-on for the rich. Why don't we enjoy ourselves a night at the Highlands subdivision?" He lets go of his friend and stands up to his feet.

Felix looks down at his packmates, and laughs. "Works for me," he says, "Oughta be plenty of folks could use an attitude adjustment one way or another." He watches Lilah walk toward the bathroom, tilting his head slightly. "...but we were talkin' about gettin' burgers an' shakes too, yeah? Maybe start with that, save some for us? I'm gonna... go see if she needs a hand washin' her hair," he decides, grinning, and starts after her.