Flayn's neck jerks away from Konishi, letting her see for herself the fall of the soft green hairs. She quickly pulled her ponytail over her shoulder, trying to assess the damage.

"It is..." She bit her lip. Looking between Noguchi and Konishi (looking at Yukimura seems... dangerous...), then back down at the floor, at the... the mess...

Flayn tries to sweep the fine, thin hairs into her palm because, well, they shouldn't be on the floor, they should probably be in the trash, and feels her eyes welling up.

"I... I will go," she said, making for the door.