"Umm..." Now she had to remember which stories Miku had mentioned on the board. She gave the other woman a sympathetic look at the comb, grateful that all she had to do was finger comb her own hair. It didn't matter what she did anyways, it always ended up being all bushy. A wonder they'd managed to tame it at all for the formal party thing in Meltokio; she'd felt like she had ten pounds of pins in her hair.

"Well, you mentioned a house, didn't you? How about... that. Or you choose one. I'm not picky." Sheena scooped the kitten up from Miku's lap, cradling it to her chest. "It's not like I'm gonna get scared or anything." She wasn't. She was positive. Ninja don't get scared. Yeah, right...