The sound of a gentle knock draws your attention to the door, and when you pull it open, there stands Firefly, her silver hair slightly disheveled and her expression slightly flustered.

"I overslept! I hope you didn't wait too long," she says, her voice tinged with a hint of sheepishness. Firefly's light-colored eyes dart about, betraying a sense of mild worry, before she refocuses her gaze on you. "Anyway, can I use your mirror first?"