She's going through the wardrobe when he emerges, a handful of clothes draped over her arm, waiting for her turn.
'Sure. Let me get cleaned up first. I'll only be a moment.'
She disappears into the bath, taking a few minutes to change, brush her hair, and take a flannel to her face. The bath kit he brought back the night before has enough of her things to allow her to put on eyeliner and mascara, though it's much more subdued than the style she wore in 1983.
When she emerges, she's wearing a silk tunic over faded jeans. The wardrobe gives her a pair of flats, and one last check in the mirror proves her ready to go.
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'Sure. Let me get cleaned up first. I'll only be a moment.'
She disappears into the bath, taking a few minutes to change, brush her hair, and take a flannel to her face. The bath kit he brought back the night before has enough of her things to allow her to put on eyeliner and mascara, though it's much more subdued than the style she wore in 1983.
When she emerges, she's wearing a silk tunic over faded jeans. The wardrobe gives her a pair of flats, and one last check in the mirror proves her ready to go.
'Lead on, Mac Duff.'