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Dora gave him a hesitant, almost bashful smile when he looked up. She felt rather out of place if only because she'd never really had a conversation like in the bathroom before. Not with someone who had similar problems if for different reasons. She took her wand with a blatant look of relief, immediately feeling better about things if still physically miserable.
She blinked up at him. "What the fuck were they doing in the sink?" She asked him, baffled, brogue strong. She shook her head carefully. "Gods I was so wasted." Was in this case being relative. She still felt wasted. She felt along her dress and sighed in relief after a moment as well, pulling out a garter which she pulled out a small DisIllusioned knife. "Well, didn't manage to lose anything. That's good at least," she said, half to herself as she sheathed the knife and it disappeared again.
"I'll just... get dressed," she said awkwardly. "I'll be done in a minute." She slipped back in the room to dress. She had to (very cautiously) shrink everything down, as transfiguration might go really wrong right now. She came out with her wand holding her bun up and her other clothes clutched to her. She carefully leaned down to get the water. "Shower is yours," she said.