Garrett made his way into the building shortly after Shiro settled in.  He pushed the door open with a shoulder, wheeling a suitcase behind him, and a dufflebag worn on his shoulders.  He looked tired, though not quite as tired as Shiro.  His hair was messy, and clothes mirrored this.  Clearly he hadn't bothered keeping a pristine exterior during his travels, but he still carried it well.  Made him seem well at ease.  Even if he felt anything but.  He glanced over towards the couches, and noticed Shiro sitting there.  He offered a nod, and a muttered, "Hey-ya..."

He pushed on towards the stairs, collapsing the extending handle on his suitcase, and picking the thing up to carry it up the stairs.  "Lemme set my stuff in my room.  Back in a flash..."

Course from the look of him, Garrett wasn't even sure Shiro knew how to speak English.  He probably did, given the location of the school, but Garrett hadn't dealt much with folks from other countries.  Garrett didn't give it too much thought, however.  He was too focused on finding the room with his name on it.  When he did find it, he pushed the door open, and pulled his bags inside, and deposited them near his bed.  His Dufflebag dropped on top of his bed, and he immediately kicked his shoes off.  After nearly a day of wearing them, Garrett figured it was only a matter of time before a biohazard team was sent to his room, but they had to come off sooner or later.  He rooted around in his suitcase for a new pair of socks, and pulled them on.  He rolled the sleeves of his button-up back to just below his elbows, and ran a hand through his hair to attempt to smooth it down.  With that, he turned and left the room, heading back downstairs.  He approached the Asian teen seated on the couch and said, "Sorry bout--bout that.  Heavy bag.  I'm Garrett."