You glance at the map of this particular spot in Shantyland, frowning to yourself. There's no mark of there being a house here – Rangers have made a strong point of noting where all locals live to avoid stepping on anyone's toes. You approach slowly, making sure you can run for it if need be. As you're looking, you catch sight of what looks to be a moving mushroom? It shifts and turns and you suddenly realize...it's a person? She's old and stout, hunched over – though you can't honestly tell if that's because of her age or because of the big packs on her back. She seems to be walking at an easy enough pace, though.
-Let her be and see to your own business.
-See if she needs any help.