What did she do? Sloth squinted, looking upwards as if in thought. "Umm. Nothing," she said, and shrugged. "Smoke. Fuck around. What do you do, Kev?"
She didn't plan to make a secret of her inertia, because she rather thought everyone should just sit around and chill much more than they did. And that look people got, judging her, made her seethe with self-loathing and project that outward, disguised as not giving a fuck.