"Did you now?" she questioned flatly, taking a step into the room where she could find space on the floor. "I don't get all that bored easily, myself," Mabel stated with a small sigh, no need denying her reclusive tendencies. Even if he was at home a lot, she could easily just shut the door. Probably not quite what her psychiatrist had in mind, but at least it was a step in some direction. Coming to the conclusion that this was as good as an arrangement as she'd find, Mabel began mentally trying to prepare herself for the task of clearing out the room and moving her own things in. With her small stature and limp, those things always took longer than she'd like, but Mabel was too stubborn to ask for help if he didn't plan to offer it already. She needed something to do with her endless amounts of spare time, anyway. Maybe she'd just shove a few of the piles of junk into the corners or under the bed, or read through one of the stacks of books.
"So is there an actual interview process, or are you that desperate for somebody to move in that you'd just accept anyone off the streets without knowing anything about them?"