“….!?” No way in hell, man.
“Sasha, I got my own place to sleep—if I needed a nap, I’d go there!”
“Well, I just figured that it’d be easier to cover for you if you weren’t in the place where most people would think to look. Also, it would— y’know what, it isn’t really my business anyway, I’m sorry.”

“Y'don’t gotta apologize, ya know! I mean–whatever, I guess that’d be clever, ‘cept I’m not tired.” Connie didn’t really want to tell her what was wrong.
“–I dunno what the hell you’re talkin’ bout, Sasha.” Butts.
“Pardon me, Connie— but I'm really starting to worry about you. You’ve been out of control all day.”