>The room is warm. Mira will want to remove her sweater. The coatroom is
>just a room with pegs on the walls. There are gowns, coats, even
>backpacks and bookbags hanging from the pegs. There doesn't appear to be
>any sort of security for the room.

She hangs her sweater on the peg. She keeps her bag with her, of course.

>The men's and women's restrooms are on the other side of the corridor
>from the coatroom.
>
>There are several young women in the restroom chatting when Mira comes
>in. They glance her way and go back to their conversations. From the
>snatches Mira picks up as she stands in front of a mirror fixing her
>hair the others are students talking about the things that students talk
>about...classes, men, music, men.
>
>Stepping back into the corridor, Mira sees that Jac is waiting for her
>near the entrance. She sees a counter behind him, presumably where he
>paid for their dinners.
>
>"I didn't mean you *needed* to do anything Mira." Jac says as she
>approaches, "You looked great before...ur, not that you don't look great
>now."

She laughs, "It felt good to splash water on my face and I think its always 
better to leave a little viewing room around my mane of hair. But thank 
you. I like being told I look great by handsome, charming men."

She slides her arm into his, "Shall we eat?"

Mira