Sheryl had been leaning on the side of her car to catch her breath when she heard a familiar but unwelcome voice. Her lip curled into a mocking smile as she turned to greet Leon. "Hello yourself, Mr Fartypants!" she greeted him innocently. She nodded, taking his words as a compliment. "You know I don't party as much as you... And I like to keep a balance between work and play."<br/><br/>She caught his eyes darting below her neck to survey her body, and wondered what he thought. For sure, she wasn't glamorously dressed right now. A fitting red tank top and low cut jeans that exposed a little of her midriff between was ideal for moving house, but not quite for picking up men. Plus, she was all sweaty now. Ugh, she was so in need of a shower! Or a good long soak in her new bathtub...<br/><br/>Leon's next question surprised her. She did not think him charitable enough to offer his help. Sheryl eyed him suspiciously, then replied coolly, "You may help. I don't suppose you've got anything else to do with your life anyway, besides looking forward to the next taste of weed or booze, or women... Come with me." She beckoned for him to follow her back to her old room, where she intended to make use of those muscles to carry her books for her.