Standing at the doorway, Gosia looked something that walked out of Woodstock. As she looks around Mirela's room, there wasn't much to look at. 
Since she's been on the run she only was able to bring few possessions with her. Clothes, necessities, anything minimal and can fit into two bags at the most. 
The only things beside that were her favorite books that she had brought from The Commons and a small magic charm disguised as a small [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0a/9e/81/0a9e812cbd01eb7f3babfc5cb00a295e.jpg]fortune cat.[/url] 
"Hi there I'm Mirela. I'm from... the U.S."