He hadn't slept?! Poor Pete. But she hadn't either, really. Poor them. "Oh no, I'm fine, Pete. Thanks though. It's not all the time that someone asks if they can get me something. My mom does a lot, though. But I always end up getting her things. Sometimes when I go home it really ticks my little brother off when I go get the mail because I always beat him," she nearly gave a laugh but curbed it at the last second. Her throat felt raw. She smiled despite it and her body seized up when Pete's finger tickled the bottom of her foot. "AH!" A laugh finally came out. She poked him furiously several times, rapid fire. Retaliation! They were light pokes, and probably just a drop in the bucket where Pete was concerned.
She laid back, giving a much needed sigh after a deep breath. "Can you stay and talk to me, Pete?" Minka's eyelids drooped. "It's pretty lonely down here. Sometimes you just need company. I feel alone a lot of the time, y'know." And she'd said more than intended. This was commonplace for the speedster. "I think."