The way he touches her scalp and her hair is strange and Misa honestly can't decide how she feels about it. This is what she wanted, isn't it? Reassuring touches? She isn't exactly sure if that's what this is, but it's... close, maybe?

Since when does Lazarus know so much about haircare, anyway? Misa glances dubiously at the rat's next atop his head.

"I'm not sure, I didn't really feel it," she says, struggling to describe the experience. "Or if I did, I was too distracted by the other part of the echo to notice."