Her aim is surprisingly good for someone who just seems to be picking up random objects at will and throwing them at him. The stapler makes it past his pillow but luckily sinks into his arm instead of his face.

"What is your problem?" He yells out as he plucks the stapler from his arm and throws it at her feet. No. No! Why did he throw it back to her? God, he's an idiot.

"Do I know you?" Usually, women don't throw things at him unless they know him.