Roxan sighs as she steps off her motorcycle, putting her helmet under her arm. Cycling through her key chain for the key to the house. She already hired some people to move stuff in, so all she had to do was say bye to Mom and Dad, along with some friends. Although she probably should have worn different clothing. White yoga pants and a black baseball jersey isn't really good protection for road rash, and her braids kept on smacking her in the wind. But it wasn't a long or fast ride. She didn't crash today, so she just takes it as a win. Besides, she should be happy. She just got her second home after her first burned down in those L.A. fires. And now she's living in a small 2 bed house in Torrance. Granted she's sharing with a roommate, but she texted them and they seem alright. Although she didn't learn too much. She unlocks the door, and peaks her head inside.

Roxan: Hello, hello?