[Death by Mirrors]

The reply made Em chuckle. "Well, then I'm even more pleased to meet you. Reminds me a lot of myself back in junior high. Except maybe that I would never dye my hair pink." She shrugged and stood up again, fashion debates sure could wait until later. Not that she considered it such a particularly interesting topic anyway. She heaved a sign of relief Tali obviously seemed much more practical and tougher than her initial impression had been. These are not her clothes, Em reminded herself. Don't jump to conclusions.
"Well spoken", she agreed to the suggestion. "As much as I like to thank the barber, I prefer to do so with a postcard." The room didn't have any windows, but there was an air duct near the ceiling. And of course the door. Em grabbed the handle. "Locked. Of course. Hotel California it is." She hummed a few beats while she inspected the lock. Then she turned around again. "Hey, you don't happen to have a bobby pin?"