No, she goes in

There was no answer to her and relying on her instinct of how messy he typically is, she entered the room. Once inside she was greeted with what her gut had predicted, a room in disarray. Letting out a huff before muttering her displeasure under he breath, she placed her hamper down and began working her way around his room. Like a farmer on a plot of land she began to wad through the mounds of clothing in pattern. Grabbing pieces of clothes that lay on the floor, she tossed them quickly into her hamper. Light a trebuchet, she flung each article of clothing over her shoulder into the awaiting basket. She worked throughout room grabbing and tossing clothes from the floor and atop his dresser into the basket. Making her way to his bed, she grabbed a few clothes and tossed them into her basket before something caught her attention when she had reached down grab another piece of clothing from his bed.