She stuck her tongue out at him through the door. He couldn't see it. She could do what she wanted. Then she took her pants off, threw them on the ground, and stood there, hands on her hips, scowling. She was right back where she'd started, and he was probably laughing at her. With his stupid vibrating body parts. She'd hate him if he wasn't so goddamn nice.

Sticking her tongue out at the wall again, she grabbed her clean jeans and yanked them on, muttering under her breath before finding her socks to put on, then her boots. Then pulling off her shirt, because she might as well do a full load, and putting on a bra and a new shirt. Look at her, acting like an adult. Then she stomped back out into the living room. "Don't you have to work. Or like... be bright and shiny somewhere?"