The door was seldom ever locked and that was both her own doing and undoing. Molly was too lazy to remember to do it manually, tending to assume that the system would lock it for her like a hotel, but sometimes that wasn't always the case. It would get hung up or caught on something. If there had been a well-armed security system monitoring her twenty-four-seven like she was on the latest episode of Real World, she might have been a little more concerned about it.
That didn't mean that Tobias's entrance was particularly well-liked. She stirred out of her afternoon nap with a tired grumble and rolled over onto her back, sprawled out on her couch because that was where she'd passed out about an hour ago. With groggy eyes she looked over at Tobias and sneered. "We're going out? Why?" That was about as much protest as he would get out of her. If there was something to do she wanted to do it, and she could trust Tobias to keep her as in trouble as she liked to be. She didn't even wait for him to answer the first round of questions before she stumbled along to her haphazardly placed pile of shoes near the door. "Where are we going? Lemme get shoes. How did you even get in here? Ugh, fucking doors."
Slipping her feet into the first pair of shoes that she found and successfully matched, she opened the closet door and reached for a jacket. "Is this an outdoor venture? It better be. You're not waking me out of a damn nap to tower prowl."