Quite suddenly, somehow, from a voice she didn't recognize one way or another, Sharon found herself holding a door open for a woman half blocked by a massive brown box. She'd gone to the store to pick out clothes for Hera, and had multiple bags strung on her arms. Still, her hands were free. Pulling open the door, she pulled it back as far as it could go, and then stepped just infront of it to use her legs to hold it open.
From walking toward the door Sharon had gathered that the woman was short like she was, and had brown hair. That was about it. She knew there was a wedding coming up quickly here, so maybe that was what the boxes were for. Or perhaps it was just a shipment for the bar or restaurant inside.
Hera would be waking up soon, or if she didn't, Sharon would have to wake her up in order to make sure she actually slept again tonight. Still, she had a bit of time. "Are there other boxes?" she wondered, looking toward what she assumed was her vehicle. "Need some help?" she had some time, after all, and it looked like the woman couldn't even see were she was going. Not unless she just looked down to watch her feet.
Sharon glance past the door to the inside of the Lux. She did like it here, it was nice. If there was another apartment complex she'd ask about paying rent to Mirta and Sam, but that wasn't the case. They were in there somewhere, and she needed to pay them back somehow. But she also needed to find that lawyer who could make it possible for to get a job here.