She nodded again and set to running the blade across the razor strop, making sure it was good and sharp for him. She was beginning to feel a little nervous herself, worried that he would cut himself, but was thankful his neck did not need that much attention.
"I don't think Jimmy 'n I, are gonna recognize you after this. If we can't, no way in hell Fisher will." she was still trying to reassure him. Once he was properly lathered up, she handed him the razor, handle towards him of course, in one hand and held the extra hand mirror with the other.