Maybe she would know better than him. Chances were though that she was the type of girl who would assure that she was fine and could do anything no matter how she actually felt. If she were to admit she felt ill or something wasn't right during the problem then one could be worried. "That's fair, I guess, although it still seems like a hassle, ya know, kind of a chore. Can't believe you don't have something better to do with your saturday."
"You want to go get a drink on the way to the kitchen? Is it that far away? Do we have to cross the desert to get there?" she teased him lightly, smirking a bit and cutting those dark eyes at him through her lashes, though they were sparking amusement. "Sure, we can stop by your room if you want." she answered and snagged her hoodie, which was plain and black with little cat ears sewn onto the hood.