Hange takes a moment to sit there in silence and think about how all this might go. Also, since her hand is ruffling his hair (not for much longer because hey, what's CRAWLING on her), she realizes the hand clasping his has slipped free. Not hard, since she doesn't want to flip that skull back this time, she pulls at the hand on his head - this one's stuck now. She reaches out with her now-free hand and wiggles her fingers.

"Hand."