Someone on this compound needs to step up their hair cutting skills, before they all end up looking like deranged sheep dogs. Surely there must be someone here who can cut hair!

"Okay." What Reiner says sounds reasonable, and Jean nods. "Can you show me how to do all that stuff?" He remembers the looks of horror, and now he's starting to realize exactly what he and Marco had done. Note to self: in the future, bring Reiner and Bertolt to the guns, instead of the guns to them.