[Her expression drops into something more deadpan, giving Shiro a kind of side-eye from beneath the mess of tangled, matted hair. Don't tease her right now, Shiro. She has no coffee to revitalize herself with, and--]

If Lance can't make his fancy conditioner here, I'm getting rid of it. [The hair, that is.]

Yeah, they wouldn't exactly be able to tell us if it tastes like coffee.