His response shocked her, but not so much as the shove out the door.  She shrieked in rage, and a little in fear as she was left to her own devices.  She wasn't happy, no she was decidedly pissed off and plotting revenge.<br/><br/>Syl, meanwhile, was perched on the end of "her" bed, in another of her tank tops and pants combos, her hair being braided by one of the other girls.  Everyone was in the room and a movie was on but mostly they were talking, nomming on pizza, and drinking beer.<br/><br/>She tried not to watch the clock, but she didn't like him being away.  She realized how utterly pathetic that was, but she still didn't like it.  She was also jealous and paranoid, traits she tried to hide but there they were.  Sasha had been put in his bedroom, largely to prevent her from accidentally spilling any beer or stepping on pizza, but Syl had promised to let her out as soon as the food was done.