With shaking hands, Liz twisted the knob of the bathroom door, stumbling in. She gave herself a once over in the mirror, frowning at how wild her hair looked. She ran her finger’s through her locks, taming her loose curls. “There, Mikaelson. You clean up nicely.” She giggled, rocking back and forth on her feet. As she rocked back and forth out of entertainment, she lost her balance, falling forward and hitting her lip against the counter. “Mother fu-” She groaned, placing her hand on her lip. Her lack of blood intake caused the wound to heal very slowly. She remained there on the floor, her eyes shooting up to the door just before someone opened it. “Uh- i’m- i’m in here. Occupied. Uccupado. No entrencar.” She quickly jumped, trying to push against the door.