Racheline stifled a noise from within, one that was definitely from pain as a mop jabbed her. She remained still until she heard the sound of the footsteps heading down the hallway. She looked at John in annoyance and pushed him back. "That hurt, you asshole." She moved closer to him and again was hit with that smell. Screw him and smelling so good, why did the douche have to smell so good. She wanted to grab for the doorknob when she realized there was not one. "The door is closed!"