Terence wanted to throw something at her. Didn't she realise that it was morning? And she was stomping around like a troll and shreiking like a banshee. He should kick her out for all of that ruckus.
When she came into the room he groaned and put the pillow over his head. "Ginger," was all he said. But she was thrusting a peice of paper at him and he sighed, rolling over.
Reading it over he seemed to wake up much quicker. "Shit. Ging..." he sat up. "This is fucking ridiculous. Fuck, we ought to just leave." He scrubbed a hand over his face.