Otto shrugged. "Perhaps. Would like to meet the locals. Although I hope to God that they don't room me with that Mohammedean or his slave. Why the hell does he need one, anyway? Cnat he carry his own shit?"
Otto nodded in acknowledgement, and turned back to Larsa. "Right. You need help grabbing your shit or nah? I managed to back everything into this-" he gestured at his Rucksack, "-and this." Now he gestured to a leather suitcase. "I can carry my Rucksack on my back, in case you have anything you can't lift."
A young girl, maybe 15 or 16, exited the bus, carrying a pair of heavy bags over her back. Without stopping to talk to anyone, she retrieved a large, black guitar case from the luggage and began to enter the Hostel's lobby.