After a moment, the door opened, and Kozue peered out; she looked a bit less distressed than she had the last time they had been face to face, but that was not saying much. Her hair was down and she had exchanged fuzzy bathrobe for pajamas and, most notable, her contacts weren't in.
They were on the nightstand somewhere, in their case, though a good part of Kozue's mind was sitting with them, worried and fussing. "Hey. I'm not awful."