"I'll meet you back down here in a five," she repeats, a confirmation, before ducking into her room.

Somewhere closer to ten, she reappears, padding down the stairs in a pale yellow sundress, the white floral print on it a tasteful ghost of color -- or absence thereof, whichever. She's found a wide-brimmed hat, as promised, matching in color and similar, fingerless gloves. The only thing that doesn't quite match are her shoes, flats, black, but she figures not breaking her neck in heels is more important than being fashionable, at this point.

"Okay, ready," she calls.