"Or feathers, or a carapace, or scales," she murmured with a little smile. She wondered what his would be, honestly, and wouldn't have been surprised if he was some sort of serpent.
Once they were inside, she lifted her brows in slight amusement when he veered toward the kitchen rather than the elevators or the stairs. She did briefly think about pointing out some hypocrisy -- telling her to sleep while he did not -- but decided it wasn't worth the joke.
"You, too," she replied instead and started with Iridia toward the stairs. She felt vaguely disappointed, but only because she'd (unrealistically) had grand plans of ... well, concocting some sort of revenge they could start carrying out tonight.
Clearly, this plotting a trap thing was going to require a bit more work. But that was fine, wasn't it? All they had was time; it wasn't like either of them was going anywhere.