Pamela pursed her lips for a second, shaking at the brief image that flashed through her sight, she jolted and stepped out the way as someone, a guy, came out of his room. She thought it was his room in any case. She heard the click of the door, and Lance, so excitable with others, wriggling, his butt shaking in pleasure as he sniffed around the guy. 

"You're meant to be well behaved, you know. I think you got wild as we traveled here" She shook her head at the dog, before turning to the guy, her pale eyes studying him. He appeared rather average looking, but...she didn't seem to be able to tell. He didn't have a clear image of himself, and that was how Pamela figured out what people looked like. He had bandages over his eyes, and perhaps that effected how he saw things. Saw himself. 

She frowned. "Sorry. I nearly walked into you. I'm Pamela, and this ball of fur is Lance. He like a guild dog. Just energetic"