When the door unexpectedly swung wide open and the groundskeeper appeared, Sierra swiftly turned her attention away from Evelyn and toward Mr. Stryker. *ahem*

She was no suck-up...okay, maybe a little, especially when she wanted something from someone..., but asking the man how his day was coming along didn't seem like a bad conversation starter. Besides, if he admitted that it was lousy and that he was in a bad mood, she'd do better to come back tomorrow or something. Or never, maybe.

"Hello, Mr. Stryker. I'm Sierra, and this is Evelyn. How are you today?" she asked. Eww.

Sierra couldn't bare the pleasantries, and she nearly winced upon hearing her own voice.

"Umm, okay, actually, we happened to be passing by and thought that with all these grounds to cover, you're surely a man that could use some help," she continued. She retrieved her wand and held it up, sort of showcasing that she was ready and willing to help. "Is there something we can do to give you a helping hand?"

You know, move a small rock or something? Clip a single weed?