"Oh. Gomenasai, Joshu-san. Didn't mean to make you late." Again the small Japanese girl bowed to the American, who really....had a strange accent. She though most Americans didn't really have much of a regional dialect. It would take quite a bit of time before Yumiko could even be used to living in the US, since everything here seemed so topsy turvy compared to Osaka. As they walked to class together, Yumiko followed beside Josh, the tall muscular dude who got her out of that damn crate, maybe not one of her best ideas, but hey...she made to college finally, and without much cost either. In Yumiko's mind, that was a plus. She figured Josh however was a bit weirded out about finding a girl stuck in a mailing crate, so best that she explain herself...or rather explain why she was in the thing in the first place, "R-right! Soooo...I wanted to go to college, but air travel is very expensive, soo uh....I ehehe...mailed myself to the US so I don't pay air travel! Yumiko...ah that's me, thought it would be great plan, but....got stuck in crate and had to ask you, Joshu-san for help. Thank you again!" And about the guitar? "Oh and I brought my guitar too! See?" Quite proudly she displayed her cherished red Fender, holding it up as high as she could for Josh to notice it, since well....she was practically an ant compared to the American guy's towering, brutish build. "I want to learn music because I love it, and America is the only place I think that can teach me music."