After the knock T.J. noticed another car pull up behind his, a small, bright yellow bubble-y thing. The driver seemed awfully interested in the weather, which suddenly caused T.J. to notice it himself, a light drizzle had begun to wet his hair despite the sun warming the back of his neck. An omen of interest if the stories had anything to say about it, but they were just stories, right? T.J. watched out of the corner of his eye as the young lady acquired her things and walked up towards the step next to him. He pretended to be fascinated by the landscape, the pattern on the door, and the ground so as to avoid an awkward confrontation. It wasn't until after she'd reached him that it even occurred to him to offer her assistance, oh well, her bags didn't look THAT heavy anyway. [color=00746b]"Morning, T.J. Macburl"[/color] he replied mustering all the energy he could in his rather dilapidated state, and sticking his hand out at the redheaded woman who had suddenly appeared at his side. Offering a return smile as he did so, T.J. looked her up and down, she didn't seem as if she'd be too much trouble to live with, though to be fair he supposed that looks could be deceiving.