You were beginning to give her a migraine. When Britney had been told that the two of you would be working together she hadn't expected to spend the entire time practically gentle parenting you. She'd never had a roommate but it seemed that roommates were positively horrid. You weren't the roommate from hell but she could say you were very close. She wrinkled her nose as you wrapped your wound up, leaving cotton balls of alcohol discarded around you as you worked. "Could you at least pick up after yourself?" She sighed, picking up and then discarding the soggy cotton material, "You're a proper slob."