"Hm? Why?" she asks, turning slowly and arching a brow. She looked genuinely curious about the question, head tilted just that fraction that suggested she had no real clue why he would ask.

"My hair is more pink than red, really. And its natural so...I mean, not to say I don't like strawberries. I love them. Just not sure what made it apparen--That...is a very impressive tool," she drawls, losing interest in talk of fruit in favor of weaponry.

"Do you mind?" the girl asks, gripping the katana and bringing it about in offer of trade. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."