“Tch.” His eyes narrowed underneath furrowed brow-ridges. “I /know/ that. Point is, why haven’t you?” Grunt pushed a lock of hair away from her face with a talon, brusquely, almost irritably. “It’ll get in your eyes.”
"I-" She stopped short when Grunt touched her. Her cheeks darkened and Chavali tilted her head to side-eye the krogan. "It’s not a big deal. Why the sudden interest? Long hair is attractive to some people you know."