"Thanks," Henley calls over her shoulder as they step out into the hallway. If she starts moving a little faster, that said, it's less because she expects it to miraculously lock again if she's not quick enough, and more because she's excited to get going, go shopping, go on vacation, a real vacation. She's in a particular hurry to get to that last part.

That in mind, faster than the last time she ran up to change, she returns. She's still wearing the sundress, the matching gloves, but the hat has disappeared, switched out for a complimentary purse, and the sandals have been replaced by heels. Yes, heels, shut up. They're totally comfortable walking shoes. She will totally Claire Dearing the shit, thank you.

"Okay," she breathes, as she returns, leaning into her purse to make sure she has her wallet before they leave again.