[ Atsuko lets go of the suitcase and steps out of his way, the stiff joints of her fingers getting a little flexing as she pulls her shawl higher around her neck. A happy coincidence: her jaw nearly drops at the way he lifts that one-handedly, like it's nothing. Something in the artificial tone of his voice strikes a note of deep curiosity, so deep it could be fear. She had heard of robots-- cyborgs, even, around the Port, but not encountered one. But this person, regardless of any... modifications seems friendly enough. ]

Um- [ Brought back to the reality of his kind offer, she looks up from the suitcase to his face, uncertain whether to burden him further. ] Actually, I happen to be moving into number 16. This apartment here, on the first floor. [ One travel-bag begins slipping off a shoulder; with a purposeful shove, she hitches the straps back up as she indicates the open door. ] I haven't the keys, yet.