"Good, I don't want man hands in my hair anyway," she retorted without missing a beat. "You're pretty, but you ain't touch-my-hair pretty."
Judith got up off the couch and nodded toward the kitchen, reaching out for his plate. "I got more research to do. One down, God knows how many more to go. Figured if you wasn't doin' anything else, maybe you could make yourself useful without puttin' that leg back in the line of fire..."