She frowned, eyes still shut, as she continued to observe the sensations she was getting from him. The connection was stronger now, which told her he was close. Very close, if she was right. Yet he was emmiting a sense of pain, and defeat. She could tell that he had stopped. It confused her.<br/><br/>She fought back a wave of anger that he would keep her waiting in this way. Rising from the couch, she began to pace. Finally, when she could take it no longer, she went into the bathroom to stare at herself in the mirror. She concentrated and her eyes began to glow with a strange hint of flames. Her hair shortened, retreating into her scalp, and darkened to a deep black. Her body plumped out slightly, and her features became softer.<br/><br/>Satisfied with her new look, she exited the apartment and walked toward the sensations she was receiving from him.