Hit on her

"So ... what's a pretty thing like you doing here?" you say, mustering as much
sincerity and suave as a sweaty race horse.

"Ummm, I work here?" says the pretty young residence assistant.

"Well if you're not sure, maybe you and I should go off somewhere and try to figure
things out" you respond lamely, as a vision of a place in hell appears in your mind
reserved only truly for people with lame pick up lines.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?" replies the RA getting mildly annoyed.