Once Blue had left the room, Lola jumped up and stretched, arching her back like a cat before rubbing her eyes. Catching sight of herself in the mirror of the coffee machine door, she couldn't help but laugh. To say she looked a bit tired was an understatement. Filling herself a mug of coffee, she took a big slurp only to cringe so badly that it looked physically painful. Man did she hate the stuff, but bloody hell did she need it.

Once the mug was empty, the blonde pulled her hair down from it's shabby ponytail. As it fell, it was crazy curly. A sure symptom of a rough night. However, she was sorta' rocking the crazy pixie look. Running her fingers through her mane a few times, the woman looked up as Blue appeared back in the room. She was slightly envious of how fresh he looked. Although, she didn't have a wardrobe of clothes, did she? 

Listening as he spoke, Lola nodded nonchalantly as breakfast was mentioned. A small chuckle escaped her lips as he mentioned running, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes in marked amusement.

"Oh sure, because I look like a runner, don't I?" 

Cocking her head to the side, she pushed away from the couch and pulled her hoody on over her head. At least she didn't look like a total train wreck now, and an extra bonus were her black chunky framed glasses nestled in the pocket. She slid them on happily. She was as blind as a bat without them.

"It'll have to be your treat, you've got my wallet." 

Poking Blue on the nose lightly, she sent him a wink to show that she was only kidding. Lola wasn't flirting, she was like it with everyone. Why stop now?

"I am quite hungry."