Trevor's shout had woken Gretchen but she recognised the whinging note in his voice and took her time making her way downstairs. She didn't bother to change out of what she'd fallen asleep in; a tank top and a pair of Trev's boxers, but dug through the dresser drawers until she found a pair of socks and slipped those on, then padded downstairs.
"What?" she groused, good naturedly, tossing herself on the couch beside him. Her eyes followed his gestures, her face lighting up with interest, despite herself, as he showed her the watch. "Is this where you ran off to earlier?" she asked, reaching out to take the watch and further examine it.