"Go, stay. I don't really care." Bekka replied absently. She had dedicated her attention to another box of her own that had once been stowed away in the closet. She waved a hand dismissively. "Go do whatever it is you people do. I'm good."

Honestly, she didn't exactly care at this point. Tatum had proved fruitless in her notebook search, and if she left it at home, or in her father's car then that would be a whole different adventure to retrieve it. If that was so, then Bekka was assured that her roommate would be just as useful there as here.