Not much, just some clothes, some basic items. It wasn't like she was abandoning her room, but Rae needed her. She could return as she needed to, but until her friend was truly okay, Rory was planning on staying with her. And so she was gathering some things, with every intention of going back to Rae's apartment immediately after.
She hadn't expected a knock, and it genuinely startled her. Rory was lost in her own head, allowing all the weakness she had to shove aside when she was near her grieving friend to flood her system. Bottling it up just long enough to keep strong for the person who needed her. But she was alone. She was by herself and she could just...think. She could blame herself and worry and feel all the gut-wrenching hints of guilt and sorrow that were twisting her insides. But being lost like that dulled her focus slightly, and that knock worked tension straight through her before she had the sense to call out.
"It's open," she said, quieter than she had intended to. Rory shoved another wad of clothing into her bag. She didn't want to see anyone, not really, not when she felt so painfully guilty. But she called out anyway.