As he just continued to laugh, Joanie snarled. "You. Fuckin'. Asshole." Rolling forward, she began to crawl towards him. The room was wobbling around her, but she kept her eye on the target. Sitting down beside his head, she rested a knee on his chest to hold him down. Without any warning whatsoever, she dug her fingers into his scalp, raking them back through his hair as she began to murmur in Hebrew. Any attempts he made to wrench away from her were foiled as she stayed with him, holding on as she continued to speak.
Finally, his hair was an electric shade of blue that was far too bright and neon to be attained even by hair dye. Grinning, Joanie pulled back. "Hah," she said, crossing her arms. "Serves ya right." She dissolved into laughter as well, falling over on her back as she laughed.