"No."

Was the simple, albeit half asleep reply that left the room from Lola. Pulling the covers over her head, she rolled onto her stomach and stuck her bottom up in the air momentarily under the blankets. Groaning, and muttering all manner of obscenities under her breath, the blonde dragged herself out of the bed, appearing in the living space only moments later.

It was rather evident that she was still tired, and that she was the type of person that got rather tetchy with lack of sleep. Annoyingly, the only irritated that the young woman had perfected was rather comedic. That, and she looked more attractive angry, or so people said. Lola crossed her arms across her chest,  and she stared at Caleb. Her curls were incredibly wild, and her eyes had a rather attractive glint of silent annoyance in them. 

"Is there like some unwritten rule in this line of work, that prevents people from being allowed to sleep? Or is this some warped out, domesticated method of sleep deprivation torture?!"

Finishing her rant with a small yawn, she narrowed her gaze and put her hood up in protest. The blonde then stepped to one side so that Caleb could walk first. Half tempted to swot him half heartedly around the head. Sadly, she realised that she probably couldn't even reach his head anyway. Short people problems really sucked.