Grishka temporarily abducted control of Violet's skull while she was seated upon the mountain of chair. A uniquely bristled brush quickly found it's way to Violet's locks. Despite Grishka's lack of gradual employ, going straight for the full length stroke right away, no snags or knots were encountered. "I wouldn't worry about Terry's disposition. He's got enough on his mind that holding grudges is out of the question." Practiced hands covered every strand quickly and efficiently.<br/><br/>After taking the brush to her own hair, Grishka joined Viloet in heading downstairs. Going off memory, her focus was upon the halfling. "I wouldn't take him to be one to sweat the small things - er, no offense." She started leading the way twords the kitchen/breakfast area. "Did you decide on something to-ah...er." She paused before opening the door, her hand just upon the knob. She certainly heard voices beyond the threshold, but making them out was proving difficult. (Reflex DC: Don'trollaone to avoid hitting the door. Listen Check DC 15 to make out who/what's being said.)