Vi gathered her hair and lifted it into a fascimile of an updo, the other hand resting on her hip. Maybe this pair would do it. For clubbing, not for Slaying. Faith had mentioned a Slayer night out and she was going to need something to wear. She let her hair drop back around her shoulders, giving the outfit one last look when she heard a voice. Glancing up in the mirror, confusion gave way to recognition.
"Hey," she said, grinning at Cathy's reflection and waving. She hadn't met the woman for a long duration in real life, but the woman had been helpful in trying to figure things out when everyone's memories had gone wonky. That made her all right in Vi's book. "Yeah, I'm Vi." She turned away from the mirrors.
"Oh wow, that looks great on you," she said, taking in the dress that Cathy was wearing. Then she realized she'd dropped her next question in favor of blurting that out. "Sorry, attention span." Vi held out her hand. "You're Cathy, right? From the Welcome Center?"