The bathrooms, down the hall and separated by sex, aren't too impressive. There's a pair of decent sized stalls, cramped together on one side of the room. Only one sink and matching mirror; a mirror that talks back. On its better days it would compliment your lack of dark circles but don't expect any superfluous praise from it. It usually prefers to critique outdated haircuts and hairstyles and ramble on about how unflattering your shirt with horizontal lines is.

Only Vexia knows which bathroom is a nicer than the other, and if the women really do have a slightly worn leather saddle bench. And for those that don't know who Vexia... well, you'll find out soon enough.