"Thanks." Sweet and tart, with no humble modesty, Johanna smiles at Eponine and takes the knife back. She brushes a few stray hairs off the flat of the blade with her thumb. It's not polished enough that she could see her reflection, but so what? She doesn't really need to.

"Message me, when you decide you want your curls." Business now, she climbs over the bench and pushes past Eponine, back to her locker. "I promise I won't shave your head."