Cindy sat on his bed across from Helena, reading one of her books her shoes at the door and her socks dangling off the edge of the bed.  When she heard the door open she marked her page quickly and slipped off the bed with a graceful, quick movement and smiles at him. "Good Morning you must be John right?  I'm Cindy your neighbor on the left, and I've been asked by the principle to give you a tour, once your settled in of course. Will you need any help?" She asks as she approached and offered out a hand.  If he was any good at reading people, he'd notice the entire display well already rehearsed and likely practiced.  It was a mask she was wearing for now, and what parts were real and what parts were fake were hard to distinguish.