Sam looked between Chloe and the little kid, just a tad confused. "S'okay," she replied to the Slytherin, watching her house mate go off to do something else. What, she wasn't sure. "I'll 'elp ya move dis, 'nd then I'll go see whatsup wiff 'er."

She didn't really feel any loyalties to the girl, other than being in the same house. She wasn't Dora, or any of her dorm mates. "Me name's Sam, by the way." She'd managed to met lots of people of late, but names weren't exactly her strong point. If he told her his, she'd try her best to remember it.

Ah. He wanted to plant things in it. The planting, she could totally get behind. The flowers would certainly brighten the place up up; there was always something about the new bulbs poking through in spring and the warmer weather that brought hope to her. She wasn't so sure about the taking out bit though, because who exactly was going to do the taking out? And where would they take them to? "Why don't we insulate 'em wiff something, jus' in case they don't get brou' in?" she replied, not wanting to dash his hopes too much.

But before that, the tyre needed to be moved again. "C'mon, if yeh stand over there, 'nd gimme a 'and, I fink we can get it nex' teh ovver one jus' two of us."