"Two hours," she repeated, nodding. That would give her time to...what? Be more presentable? Calm herself, at least, unless she wanted to be an agitated mess the entire evening.

Unfolding herself from the chair she climbed past him, making her way to the stairs, taking them down two at a time.

It's enough time for her to have washed up, changed clothes, and done something about the dark rings of eyeliner from rubbing at them. Also eaten, once she'd thought of it, and now it's dark.

Well. At least the library is well-lit.