Charlie rolled her eyes playfully, "Of course you did." She also knew that a lot of the other gangs younger generation had a lot more street smarts than book smarts, but she was one of the odd ones that could never really get the hang of the whole kill or be killed thing. The only thing she had ever been good at was reading and writing, the only talents she had was playing guitar and drawing. And she resented it, in a way. It made her stick out from everyone else.
"Yeah, I slept okay. Best night of sleep I've had in awhile, I should accidently fall asleep on you more often," she teased, and even though she didn't bother to actually make air quotes around accidently, they were obviously implied with the way her voice changed. Somehow having his arms around her made her feel a lot safer, then again anytime she had someone else around her she felt better. By herself, it was like anyone could just come up and attack her, and it was totally possible too. Yet another thing she chose to resent, the idea that her father had brought her into this life.
After watching Ben send a message to his sisters, she tried to tell herself to get up. But it was just so much work, she ended up crawling over to the ladder, and only after her friend called her slow. "I'm not slow, I just woke up," she defended herself, clambering down from the roof before they began towards the store.