Relieved and a little shocked that he didn't argue with her, Feb smiled slowly. Mostly she was just tired. Tired of being yelled at, tired of dealing with this already and it had just come out this morning. So now she was thankful he didn't push it after she requested otherwise.

Moving forward, she handed him the paper again and instead perched herself on the edge of his bed, but much further down than last night. "Doesn't it though?" She chuckled with a little shrug. "I really don't care." She really didn't. Febby would really rather live life on the edge and you know, potentially save someone's life than sit by idly because it wasn't proper.

"Just imagine what it could say if I hadn't dragged you here last night." She teased lightly, though was actually quite serious, before glancing first at the clock on the wall and at Mrs. Harding.