Raised Eyebrows

"Ya, uh..." She looks at the mess on the table and sigh, "Ugh, what's the point. This is probably going to not work anyways like the others." She gathers up everything into a pile, which it wasn't a very big one. She put the box on her lap which was not the sturdiest of places but it will work anyways. She wraps her arms around the 'work-in-progress' mess and starts to drag it slowly into the box. It only made the made the mess bigger with some of the parts falling onto the ground and scattering everywhere. She cusses under her breath, but does not try to pick the stuff up. She has given up on trying to be polite. She closes the box and slams it on the table along with closing her book. This is just one of the examples of her being in a bed mood.

"You know what? I'm sick of this place already! I'm gonna try to find you some cool as hell fake snow!" She somehow gathers the courage to say that loudly even though she might regret doing that later. She grabs her drink again and takes a light sip of from it, "I wanna finish this drink first, though..."