action;
[She goes to the bathroom and takes a deep breath once she's inside, just leaning back against the wall looking at herself in the mirror.
It's been cleaned but she remembers a time with Tyki in there where her hand was pressed up against the glass and her breath was fogging over it. She swallows hard. It wasn't that long ago—a few weeks maybe.
Was she making a mistake? Did she already? It didn't feel like that a few minutes ago. Tyki was the mistake. He was her bad habit—the one she knew better than to be with and was anyway. He was about as different from Reid as they come.
Reid...
She glances back in the direction of her room even though she can't see through the doors between them. Without a thought her hand comes up and softly touches her lips. There's a little smile.]
Okay, get it together, Pryde. [She sighs. As long as she's talking to herself...] And next time grab your cigarettes.
[She says it softly and then sets about to changing into the gray sweat pants that fall to her mid calf and the fitted, orange tank top. She brushes her teeth and pokes at her hair a little. It just tends to do what it wants. She feels a little better when she gives herself a second over in the mirror. She shakes her head at herself for behaving like a stupid kid and then it's back through the door and into the hallway. She reaches her door and pauses, giving it a knock instead of going straight in.]