Jaime had said she just wanted her hair done, but Quinn knew better than that. What girl would only want her hair done if she didn't have nails and makeup to match? So she'd gone into the baggage car and hauled out the huge train case full of stuff she'd "bought" from the Sephora in Hawaii. Honestly, she didn't have any qualms about the theft. It was for the good of the train, and anyway, that inflation thing her economics teacher was always yapping about probably meant that she wouldn't even have been able to buy a single lipstick for the $30 she had on her.
She lugged the train case down the hall - it was the biggest Sephora offered, with telescoping shelves and little racks for holding lipstick - and Quinn had filled that sucker up to the brim. NARS, Dior, Guerlain, and plenty of brands she'd never heard of before at all - but that she was sure were all the rage in the 2040s. Look at her, ahead of the fashion curve! In her other hand, she held a slightly smaller case full of hair products - gels, mousses, sprays, hair accessories, and curling and straightening irons. With a huge, unladylike grunt of effort, she pulled both cases through the door to her room and dropped them down on the floor.
No matter what, Quinn knew Jaime was going to look beautiful. It was her duty to repay the woman for saving her from those bees.