Without answering, she began running the brush through his long hair, being careful not to damage his fine hair by ripping it. She found it surprisingly enjoyable as she worked through his hair, then began weaving the plaits into a long braid down his back. When she was finished, she stood back, examining her work.<br/><br/>"Hmm..." she said, "It'll have to do. I wont have time tonight, but if you want, you can stop by the bank and meet me at the bar. I'll be there for hours anyway. You'll most likely get bored just sitting there waiting. I just need to change into my uniform, then we should go. I might be late if we don't hurry.  I'll be right back."<br/><br/>Gathering a few items, ducked from the room. The bathroom was just down the hall a ways. First, she entered a toilet stall and changed into the bluejeans and black t-shirt with the bar's logo that was her uniform. Next, she applied a fresh coat of makeup and worked her hair up into a bun at the base of her neck. Securing the bun took a long moment and several pins. When she was finished, the familiar weight of her hair seemed to be held in place securely enough that it would survive her shift in the bar without falling free. After gathering her belongings, she returned to her dorm.<br/><br/>"Ready to go?" she asked.