Miranda only hesitated at first, then followed the nice girl to the bathroom. It would certainly be nice to wipe off the upset pheromones that she seemed to emit whenever she cried. Sometimes being part critter was a bad thing, but given that her mother was part raccoon, and is still doing wonderfully at their home-place, then Miranda would be alright too. She just had to stop being so afraid of everything.

In theory, she could have called home and been sent help from her brother or sister, but she didn't want to rely on them, even though, before entering the cafe, she was beginning to think she was a lost cause.

Once alone, she undoes her thigh length braid, dips the hair into the sink and turns on the water, working the hand soap into the tresses to clean out a week's worth of grime. Careful, as always, to not get water into her ears, she washes the fur on them, and then dips her mangled tail into the filled sink. She had it fully cleaned in mere moments, having been used to cleaning herself quickly.

Of course, only now does she think about the water dripping on the floor, now that she'd washed her hair and tail in the sink. Snagging some paper towels, she washes her face and bare arms, getting rid of the pheromone spores on her open skin. Her hair and tail were still dripping when Carina came back.

"I...I'll clean up my mess. Don't worry. Mom always said: 'It doesn't matter how big the mess you make is, just so long as you clean it up when you're done'."


((Sorry about that guys... I kinda have a night job. So when normal people are going to bed, I'm going to work... I'll try and let y'all know when I need to leave for work (or bed when I need sleep in the evenings). I should have said something about it last night....))