Without responding, Lin Fey hurried to the bathroom. Shoving the door shut, he let his back drop against it, burying his face in his hands. Yep, this was going exactly as well as he expected--not well at all. After another minute of just standing there, he pulled away to turn the water on. The bathroom's set up was different, but he at least saw a little of this in the agency and the airport. However, the appliances different from what he was used to. After shedding his clothing, he slipped into the water and felt it wash away the make up and his mask. As good as the water felt, the relief and terror at washing this all away could not be matched. He stayed under the water for a long time. He couldn't say any amount for sure, but even after he washed each dark line away from his lashes and tended to every inch of his long hair, he didn't immediately part from the water's spray. When he did, he felt at a loss.

The clothes were exactly where Jayce said they would be along with towels which he used briefly before the absurdity of his situation caught up with him. Holding a flower printed blouse and jeans, he let himself slide to the floor. What was he doing? His own face looked back at him from the mirror and he knew the lie was over. Without his hand-altered clothing, no one would buy the lie for a second. And yet Jayce tried so hard it made him laugh. A second later, the laughter choked off with a hint of desperation. He clenched his fists in the clothes, unable to put them on. Maybe hiding in here would do nothing, but until Jayce came looking for him, he couldn't bring himself to move.