It's not long before someone there shows up. Carrying a plastic grocery bag, a woman about Mirela's age comes up the stairs and heads towarrs the door of the other room. The woman is dressed in a long, green skirt with a flowery pattern and a white blouse. Her long, brown hair hangs loose past her face, but when she turns towards Mirela's room, two small braids become visible, lining a face with a large nose and some not-too-subtle eye-shadow which matches the green skirt.

"Oh, hi" the woman smiles and then goes into her own room where she drops her bag and then turns around to come to Mirela's room. "You must be the new international student?" She holds out her hand, introducing herself with a name that's hard to pronounce. "But you can call me Gosia." She adds luckily. "I'm from Poland. Where are you from?" She asks as she looks around the room.

((Can you describe what personal affects Mirela brought?))