Sheila looked up when Simon walked in, eyes going over him for a moment, before her grin spread. Not quite what she expected - she'd pictured someone a little older, perhaps in their late twenties. And possibly less attractive. The thought was banished a moment later, before she bounced to her feet.
"Sheila in 301," she confirmed, putting her hand out to his. Clasping it in a warm handshake, she pumped it once, before pulling him towards the front doors. "Rhyming is intentional-" It hadn't been but it was a good enough lie. "You fine with riding in my truck?"