Wait, wait, Jessica, no no no, my hair is still- [Sayo sputters, flailing her arms in a doomed attempt to ward off Jessica before she's tackled to the couch. As relieving (and hot) as it is for her girlfriend to launch into her like a cannonball, it's just as embarrassing considering Sayo's ungainly bedragglement. As she squeaks indignantly, Jessica can see echoes of Shannon in Sayo's blush, the way she shyly looks away and tries in vain to brush her hair behind her ear, her voice pitching higher and higher as she struggles to find her words.

She is Sayo in her whole, not just sullen Kanon, not just playful Beatrice. It may be buried by scars most of the times, but that innocence, that wholehearted naiveté... it can still be found in moments like this.

Eventually, she calms down enough to look Jessica in the eye and say,] S- Sorry, I, um... just wanted to fix myself up a bit before you and Himiko came home, but... [She gestures at her current state of affairs helplessly.]