[The slim, dark haired woman eventually comes into view, dragging behind her what looks like a very heavy trunk. She probably should have waited for her aunt to get said trunk down the hallway, but in true Earp fashion she did not and may have caused some damage to one of the walls.

She stops in front of the open door, checking the door number, then the piece of paper in her hand, then back up at the two people inside.]

Hi.

[She awkwardly leans against the doorframe with a smile.]

Is this like condo rules? Like everything from the doors in is our responsibility, or are we just paying for everything?