[Should Vash be concerned about the scissors? Probably. Is he? No. He's... shifting back a little bashfully, scratching at the back of his head. His hair is pulled up out of his face — someone hasn't had the time to cut his hair. Unfortunately, his hair gets a little rumpled, some of it falling out of the elastic in his hair. Oops!

Eventually, though, he gives a shy little shrug.]

Oh, I mean... I wouldn't mind it. But you don't have to do anything like that! I probably wouldn't look that good anyway!