He chuckles even when she laughs at him, because in retrospect, it is kind of funny. He'd mostly grown it out when he stopped running when he stopped caring, but coming to the Tranquility, for as terrible as it is, gave him a new thing to focus on. In the Glade everything felt hopeless--in the Scorch and beyond, maybe he'd have the chance to find something to make him feel alive again.

So, evenly, he agrees, "Like a proper shanky girl, I guess." Which is what the other gladers told him, frequently, but whatever. He takes off another too long strand in the back, sawing at it carefully to try and even out the wild strands. Newt had yet to really ask Johanna much about her own world--he'd garnered that it was a klunkhole like his own--but with an admission like that, he's admittedly curious about it. "Almost done back here. Why'd they put a wig on you? Can't imagine you like a proper shanky girl."