Toby had just finished with the box and put his underwear in the chest that would house his clothes when he heard someone come in the room. He didn't bother to look up and continued putting away his various assortment of shorts and t-shirts since it never got cold there. "Yeah, it is. You'll get used to it." He answered, still not looking up at her. A puff of air blew out of his mouth as he stretched a little and popped his back since he'd been leaning over and kneeling. Toby had grown up in Alma, Georgia where it was about the same as the weather in Daytona.

"It's nice to meet you, Jenna." He said, standing up and looking towards her and all her luggage. "My name's Toby." She looked nice enough to him. She kinda looked like his step-mom with her red hair, but he didn't pay much mind to that one similarity. "I suppose you need help?" He asked, looking at the luggage on the floor and at the expression on her face that he took to mean she wanted to ask a question and was only being polite.

Toby didn't mind. He did like to help, but he never got why girls always had so much stuff. His eyes flicked towards the window for a moment before he looked back at her. "Where are you parked?" He asked, starting for the door.