"...my hair? What's wrong with it?" She asked somewhat defensively, pulling it to the side. For some reason, when it came to her appearance, she proved a pushover; Kagome's fiddling had seen to that time and again. But at least with Kagome messing with her hair Sango wasn't left wondering extensively towards the gender roles established in the future. (She couldn't decide if it was good or bad or neither, really.)

So she somehow found herself sitting in front of the couch anyway, Kirara curled in her lap.