Fix what she can in the bathroom

Viv waits for the pair to exit first, then sprints to the nearest women's restroom. Her steps are energetic and powerful, but jerky like she can't quite control how much **** she uses. By your estimate she has about three and a half minutes before the meeting starts.

She throws the door open, rushes to the sink and starts running water while she takes a look in the mirror. She's a mess. She couldn't get her hair to go back to its careful wavy smoothness, instead it is mussled and sticks out every which way. Her makeup is completely ruined, her eyeliner and mascara smudged and running, and half her lipstick is gone.

"I'm just going to have to go without", she says to her reflection. "This... I can do this. It's in my head. Stress. The bullshit that losers blame when they can't hack it. I'm stronger than that. Ghosts aren't real. I can do this. I'll show that old bitch who's a waste of time. Kiss my ass. I can do this. Ghosts aren't real."

She starts scrubbing her face down with soap and water, trying to get as much makeup off as she can, all while mumbling affirmations under her breath.

You watch for a few seconds, stroking your now normal QEBP. Then you smile.