"At least you had some practice. I never had a roommate before this place unless you count occasional too-exhausted-to-go-home moments or hospital rooms." She briefly remembered some of Barry's at-home routines from the short period of time when he'd lived with them. To be honest, she hadn't noticed it much, but she could see his point. "Compatible sleep cycles—or at least awareness of the differences—is important. I can see how that would be annoying." Sometimes, though, you got used to it. She'd been dragged out of her bed at all hours of the night for years now. Did she like it? No. But it was normal life at this point.
Her hand rose to her neck, fingers curling around the arrow necklace she wore every day, still unable to look at him. "I go to school. I was a personal shopper. I mess up Stiles' board. I'm not doing anything productive or helpful when it comes to figuring this place out."