Screw it, run out and try and stop the cycle before it gets worse

Olivia steeled her nerves. She threw the door aside, slamming it shut. The stranger yelped, turning to the source of the noise.

"What the fuck? Have you been here this whole time?"

"God please just shut your eyes! Or if you want to gawk at me at least help me shut this thing off!" Olivia shouted, running to the breaking machine.

The power flickered again, the lights stayed off for a few seconds longer. The woman hopped off the table, and tried to find an outlet. Olivia frantically pushed every button on the unit. Between both of their efforts, the water stopped, and the machine stopped shaking.

"Thank god, god I'm so sorry this is such a mess," Olivia was beet red, covering her body as she recalled why she was hiding in the first place. "Please just turn around, I'll grab my stuff, I'll just try and dry it up in my apartment. Please don't tell anyone about this."

"Sure..." The woman said, failing to turn her eyes away from Olivia's body. "Need a hand loading up your basket?"

"No, I should be okay, just please pretend I'm not here."

Olivia grabbed her basket, then turned to open the door to the washer.

It resisted.

She pulled again, harder.

Locked. Still. The machine was definitely broken, and unfortunately it did not appear like it was going to open in this condition. Olivia was totally naked in front of a complete stranger, and anything she owned that could change that was sitting behind a door she had no idea how to get open.