[ She glances over her shoulder at him. Funny, how all that's happened derailed her so far off from her routine that she's half-forgotten it. She missed that shit. Call it cliche, but it really is the little things. ]

Bit fucking ambitious, thinking we'll make it out the door when we haven't even made it out of bed. [ Her voice is dry as ever, but judging by the way she's finally pushing the blankets back to ease herself off the futon, she's amenable to the idea. ] Can't even remember the last time I was this fucking sore.