67. Mirror
She doesn't like her reflection very much in the florescent lights, Quistis decides, and pinches her cheeks in an effort to make herself look less pale. Back in her dorm, there's an entire kit that she could use to make it look like she had a good night's sleep, but in Irvine's bathroom, there's some deodorant, a razor, a hairbrush, and a can of shaving cream that's been rusted so badly by the sink it looks like it's been sitting there since the Stone Age. It's Irvine's fault. He snores.
She makes a face at herself in the mirror, tries out a sneer sort of like one Seifer would do. It doesn't really make her feel better. "Tough girl," she tells Mirror-Quistis, and finishes fixing her hair.