"Kamala?" A woman. Instinctively she looks around the room again for signs of another person's tastes layered over his. If they've been here a while, traveling together, there'd be something. Unless both of them were as utilitarian as he seemed to be.

The response is a question, too, a prompt born of curiosity. If he's talking? She's listening, absently allowing the animals inside to take their inquisitive sniffs at her ankles.