"Don't have to tell me twice!" said Summer, almost brightly, because anything was better than being murdered, which she was one-hundred-percent sure was about to go down, and she hopped up, sprung herself over the bed. Wich didn't take into account that Rosa's bed was bigger than her own, so it started as a leap and turned into a slightly awkward scoot until she was on the other side, where she stood back up awkwardly close to Rosa, let out the most uncomfortable little sound known to mankind, shrinking into her shoulders a little.

"Totally just getting the fuck out," she assured Rosa, shrinking a little under her glare and sidling her way toward the door.