She doesn't cut immediately, testing out several angles for the blade before she commits.

Hera was serious about not nicking Kanan's anything.

"Here goes," she says at last, and drags the blade through his hair just below the edge of her hand.

And then she's left standing behind Kanan, hair in one hand, knife in the other, not sure of what to do with said hair now she has it.

"What do you think?"