She absolutely is that kind of person. At the same time she's so deficient in fucks to give that seeing Clarisse draped across her bed and tilting toward the floor just makes her snort-laugh when she gets in. She closes the door. Don't wanna let the smoke out.

And it's pretty Manny-adjacent behaviour, really, so it feels... homey??

"Hey."

She dumps her bag by the door, kicks off her shoes. She leaves them by the door with the tongues pulled out, so they're ready to throw on at a moment's notice. Old habits die hard. "Having fun?"