"I don't think I've heard of that," Mabel admitted without intention of inquiring further... at the moment, as there were other matters to attend to first and she wasn't ever too eager to get to know anybody beyond necessary details. Even potential roommates. "Do you stay at home often, then?" she questioned, trying to get an idea of just how much space-sharing they'd be doing. She'd been hoping for a housemate that'd be scarce enough not to hassle her too much, although he seemed the type that was busy enough on his own to need to pay her any mind.
Unbuttoning her coat while following down the hallway, she draped it over her arm instead of throwing it over a chair as if it were already her own home. She didn't want to be too presumptuous, although when she saw the state of her room there was a flash of doubt that this would work out. Obviously he'd be clearing it out before she moved in, right? "Is there a... bed, anywhere under this," and she hesitated to call it a mess. It was difficult to gauge the size of the room with it so cluttered, but she didn't need that much space for it to matter.