She shrugs, not even acknowledging his apology. Walking past him into the room, she tosses her bag onto the only chair in the room and stretches her arms over her head. She could use some rest. And if he was going out on some mysterious errand, she was going to have to drive in the morning.
"Alright. I'm going to get some shut eye. Wake me when you get back and we'll get moving again."
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"Alright. I'm going to get some shut eye. Wake me when you get back and we'll get moving again."