"Fuck!" Z yelled when she lost her balance and crashed into a broom rack.
She had not been expecting someone to come in and quite frankly, even Z's considerable lying and bullshit skills couldn't spin this to look like anything but what it was: Z breaking into the broom shed to steal a broom. She painfully untangled herself from the pile brooms and looked up at who caught her.
A pretty blonde roughly Z's age and with rather unforgetable features stood in the doorway.
"Oh hey Greta," Z said cheerfully. "What are you doing here? Also, can you give me a hand up?"