As soon as he gave his consent, she unlocked the door and raced into the living room, tripping over the giant shark heads that encased her feet the whole way. She quickly scooped up her wig and picked up the medicine bottles that were lying around, throwing them inside the wig and hurrying off into the bedroom with a few seconds to spare. Once there, she locked the door, leaned against it and took a deep breath. Racing around like that had been extremely stupid when she was already so worn out, but it was the only way to get things done.
When she heard the door shut, she called out "You can sit down if you want! I'll be out soon." It wasn't very loud, but hopefully he heard her. She was too winded to project much. She gave herself a few minutes, then set about making herself presentable. She dumped the medicine on her bed, pulled the scarf off of her head. She pulled the wig on with her eyes closed, refusing to meet her reflection in the mirror. She couldn't stand the sight of her bald head, it sickened her.
Once she felt it was on her head, she opened her eyes and went to work. Within fifteen minutes, she was presentable. It wasn't perfect. The make up was heavier than she cared for, and her wig needed serious combing, but it would have to do. Giving herself a few more minutes to rest, she quietly prayed that this would go well. And that he really was telling the truth and he wasn't an axe murderer.
She unlocked the door and came out into the main area, a smile plastered on her face.