At Chris's questions, Riley snorted. She had never been a huge "tech" person, in that she rarely could tell the difference between a Blackberry and a Smartphone. (They were the same thing, right?) But she liked shiny things, and she certainly liked the chance to watch boxing matches from the comfort of her apartment in high definition. So she had splurged - though her father, being male, understood the need for these things and had pitched in - on a very nice TV. She was very excited about it.
"It's an HD flatscreen," she said with a nod. "42 inches." She beamed. "I already know where it's gonna go and everything. It might take a little while to get it set up with the actual TV channels, but hooking it up to the DVD player shouldn't be hard, right?"
As Sheila introduced herself, Riley grinned. "Oh hi!" It was great that her neighbors seemed fun. "He's Chris." She jerked her chin to the man. "He lives in 308, just down the hall." Rocking forward on the balls of her feet slightly, she laughed. "Help would be great! The faster we finish this, the sooner we get to relax."