<strong>Megan Shaw - Good Morning, Chelsea and Kathleen! </strong><hr/><em>That's a familiar voice... Must be Chelsea.</em>Megan was a very acute observer.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I called earlier in the week whining about how much if a dickweed my landlord was. I'm so happy you still have space in here!" The young woman smiled warmly at Chelsea after she spoke. Feeling comfortable now that there were two people here that she didn't cause her to immediately feel like ripping off heads, she turned off the car, unbuckled her seat belt, and got out of it. She'd figure out which spot was hers, later, lest she somehow ruin the other girl's funk and cause a beam of wood to slide onto someone's foot.<br/><br/>Rounding the car, Megan got a good glimpse of Chelsea head-to-toe. Cute enough girl - definitely a match to the voice that she confirmed her place in the ShareHouse with over the phone. Kathleen seemed to be a much more hardened personality, if only for her dress and her choice of hobby. Extending her hand to Chelsea, the girl again smiled before speaking.<br/><br/>"I'm Megan Shaw, as you probably guessed..." The brunette's smile turned a little crooked, her free hand moving to rub the back of her neck nervously. "So, uh... how does this work? Is it cool to move in today?"<br/><br/><br/>