Considering, Gretch rolled over onto her back, pulling the strap of her bag over her head and pushing it to the side in an effort to get comfortable. Generally Trev wasn't a bad guy. Considering, of course, that he was a thief and con artist. Aside from those points though, Gretch had always considered him... not that bad. She was pretty damn sure that whatever was happening to these mudbloods wasn't good, but he wasn't killing them, or hurting them, not directly at least.
She quirked her lips to the side and rolled over towards him again. "So we're splitting this one, right?" She asked, pressing her lips together and cutting off the end of her sentence as a slight noise drifted upstairs.