For a brief moment, Joss wanted to press the questions - there were more, already coming, asking why and how and more importantly what about me? but she let them drop with her sister's attention on herself. It couldn't be helped, as she had her weaknesses and apparently she did care about what happened to her.
Joss pulled away, a hand self-consciously going to her knocked out of place glasses and her hair. Hadn't she had pain on her face when she came down? "Loads of things," she said, a normal hint of a taunt coming into her voice. Explaining what would take forever though and she didn't want the dirty out in public for one. Had she told the building about Sherri? Shit.
"You moving in?" She didn't wait for an answer, moving to give a hand with the box Sherri had been carrying in. Inside, up, and away. "I want to see where you are. Some of the people here are fucking batshit-" A glance, almost waiting to be told not to swear. It was the only reason why she did it after all. "I'm in 204."