<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - sitting in the ShareHouse living room...</em><br/><hr/>"So you going into a forensic scientist career was mostly impulsive? Or did someone or something influence you to take up those course?" Chelsea asked Kathleen. She was lounging on the same couch she ate cookies on last night. Knowing that she wasn't going out anytime soon, she took off her boots and placed them beside the couch. With her bare feet, she could feel the crumbs she brushed from her blanket and onto the floor. Not wanting to procrastinate any further, she got up, first putting her boots in the foyer, before disappearing for a second through the door that led to the basement. She reappeared, carrying a Dyson vacuum cleaner. "Don't mind me, I'm just going to clean up the crumbs around the couches. If you want, you can go and see what measurement you need for your motorcycle hanger. I'll just be in here."<br/><br/>With a day off, there wasn't anything better to do than clean up the house or lounge about inside it. She wanted to be at the ShareHouse in order to catch the other person that did not specific when she was coming in to move. Plugging the cord into the socket, and activating the vacuum, Chelsea proceeded in cleaning up her cookie mess off the floor.