Blaith smiled and nodded. Cue finding a blank sheet of paper. "I think I am too, but you never know (: ." She got up, stretching her arms over her head. She knelt down to unpack, tucking her hair behind her ear and her bangs a little aside. Blaith leaned her guitar case against the head of the bed, beginning to transfer clothes into the chest at the foot of her bed and other clothes into a standing wardrobe. She took one stuffed animal - an old, obviously well-loved cat figure - and smiled, placing it on her pillow. Her skateboard was slid under the end of her bed, behind the chest.