You hear a thud and muffled cursing coming from next door. Concerned, you knock on Zainab's door. She opens it, flustered, surrounded by half-unpacked boxes.

Zainab: Oh hey, neighbor! Sorry about the ruckus, I'm just getting settled in. Trying to make this place feel like home, you know?

She flashes you a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Zainab: I could use an extra set of hands if you're not too busy? Maybe you can help me get this couch positioned just right.