She was use to Chase taking forever to wake up, so fine. When he rolled over she was prepared to snuggle up next to him and try all over again, but instead he decided to be an ass - which was expected as well. So instead of being sweet and trying to wake him up nicely, she kicked him. Yes physically kicked him with her foot while shoving him with her hand until she heard the satisfying sound of him falling from the bed and to the floor, "Attack of my foot against your ass." She stated with a dry laugh sort of whisper that seemed hard to pull off, but somehow she managed. It all happened pretty quickly, though as soon as he was out of the bed she was already rolling onto her opposite side, curling up and playing possum. It wasn't guaranteed after all that he'd be able to have understood, or even hear her, with him just waking up and falling to the floor all at the same time.
Like Chase, Gert wore pretty much the same thing to bed that she had once she'd gotten comfortable enough to wear what she wanted. Gone were the days of flannel pants and matching t-shirts. Now she wore a simple tank with panties and called it a night. She also left her shoes at the side of the bed so that when she jumped out she could jump right into her shoes, there was also a set of 'emergency' clothing folded on the floor for easy access just in case they needed to be dressed and out in a matter of seconds/minutes. She didn't have a knife, though she did have a bat, hollow aluminum. Sat upright next to her side of the bed, she'd found it a while ago in someone's yard, wasn't like they were using it anymore. Though she pretended to sleep, she still wasn't good at making her breathing even, and she didn't know what she sounded like when she was asleep - so she had nothing to mimic, so instead of worrying about her breathing giving her away she focussed on the sounds of Chase, and tried to bite back laughter.