Sheila couldn't help but laugh as Chris yelled. Maybe it was the red hair that set him off so easily - she wasn't sure if she'd had a conversation with him yet that didn't lead to a screaming match. In any case it was amusing - more so than she could properly convey and she grinned as the door opened. "And what about voices and lungs?" she countered.
She slipped inside, heading straight for his couch. Messiness didn't bother her - it revealed more about a person then being all piled up and hidden away - and she curled her feet under her. "I take it you're in a good mood?" she asked lightly.