Bailee grunts as she lifts her leg, putting her foot on the closed toilet. Rolling her black yoga pants up, and shaving her legs. Still wearing yesterday's baggy black hoodie, which despite being baggy still hugs her both skinny and curvy frame. Her dark brown eyes looking at the razor glide across her pale skin through her long thick and curly lashes. The bangs from her wavy black hair getting in her way from seeing, the rest of it in the back hanging about chest length. But she turns her head, hearing the door open. Seeing you enter, her eyes rolling as she sees her sibling.

Bailee: sorry, but take a shit elsewhere. Bathroom's taken.