Roza blinked. Going toe to toe with a giant monster, that was far enough inside her comfort zone that she could adjust. She had context for that, or at least enough of a grasp on it that instinct could take over.<br/><br/>This... what were they even asking her to do? Do... something at an American university? She had nothing. She at least found the identification card with her picture on it and tucked it away in one of her pockets, as well as the card that had her money on it that, for once,<em>wasn't</em>stolen.<br/><br/>"I do not need room. Little toy soldier can have hers to herself," she decided upon. That was a start. "Beds make me un-comfortable. There are so many laying around back home, to sleep on hard ground is a luxury!" she declared proudly, although she was... probably joking? At least half joking.<br/><br/>