[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme stopped and gave a half turn to the side to look at Mika as she spoke, then gave a simple nod of her head. She walked to the bathroom, glass crunching under her feet as she went. Once in the bathroom, she sighed heavily as she looked for the supplies. It didn’t take her long to locate it. Picking it up, she clinched it in her hands and looked in the cracked mirror over the sink. “What a day this has been.” she whispered ever so softly, so her voice wouldn’t reach the others. 

It was then she noticed just how rough she looked, the glass still in her hair, a couple of pieces of glass in her forehead. “Man, don’t I look.” she whispered softly with a soft laugh. “Well, I’ve looked worse.” she continued with another soft laugh. Setting the supply kit on the sink, she took out the pouch again, opened it, and pulled out another pair of tweezers. Esme used them to pull out the few pieces of glass from her forehead before cleaning them off, drying them and placing them back in the pouch. 

After putting it back in her pocket, Esme shook the rest of the glass out of her hair, then cleaned her face up. All of this hardly took any time at all. Grabbing the supply kit once again, she headed out of the bathroom and back over to Dean and Mika. She set the kit on the table and opened it, and pulled out the items needed to make it easier.