Daisy knows how to change her clothes quickly, though she is as always annoyed at the idea of putting away the clothes she prefers and instead getting stuck in a stupid uniform. She hated skirts and neckties and the whole lot of it.

When she exits her car to let Declan change, she’s holding two separate hair clips in her hand and looking them over. They’re obviously hand made and each come with a short spell on a tag and a picture of what her hair will look like after the clip is set in place. And while Daisy had never really cared too much about her appearance, something made her want to try. So she tilts her head towards the car, frowning at the very lovely hair clips. She’ll have a decision made when he steps out. For now, the dark brown waves hang almost past her shoulders as wild and free as they ever are.