And Reno was going to end up taking every minute of that half an hour. He had to clean up his suit, too, after all. There was blood and there were burn marks, and then he had to figure out where the hell he'd put that necktie he never wore, and it was a whole goddamn ordeal...

When he came out of the bathroom, though, he was not only cleaner. He'd lost the goggles, covered up the tattoos, put in hazel contacts to hide away the extra blue in his eyes, and had run enough hair color through his hair that he was leaning away from shock-red and into dark auburn territory.

"Hey, you got an extra pair of hands I can borrow?"