Devika exhaled slow, and nodded. "You're very nice, to help. Most of what I have is books, honestly." And that was the truth. Devika had little in the way of possessions. She used to have more, but donated or threw away most of it when she moved away. Clothes and shoes, and lots and lots of books, mostly.

She started to pack. Luckily, she had a lot of old boxes from her initial move-in. Also luckily, the furniture there was more or less rented. Aside from the actual bedsheets and the electronics, most of the cabin was staying in the cabin. Devika packed and worked, unable to say much to the new stranger in her space. Her mind was still too full of possibilities - and fear.

Soon, sundown was sliding through the windows. She had a hall full of boxes and a few more large things. 

"Uh, miss Roxy. You can... spend the night here, I guess. I haven't taken the sheets off the beds. They are clean."