She hadn't really been expecting anyone to answer her shout. So the sound of something heavy hitting the floor near the old sofa and a surprised voice calling out it's own, "Hello?" was enough to draw a small yelp of shock from Cami, The box in her arms tumbling to the floor as she reached for her purse. Her fingers hesitated on the edge of the pocket that contained her cell phone, light brown eyes wide with surprise as she stared at the stranger on the other side of the couch. Then she fully registered the words he had been saying and her eyebrows almost instantly knit together with confusion. "A-Animals?" She managed to get out, unsure why this man was telling her that the animals were being cared for and that she couldn't take them. "No... I think there's been a misunderstanding. I'm Camilla Scott. Walter Scott was my grandfather.. He..." Where did she even start? Swallowing hard, Cami forced herself into a more relaxed position, dropping her hand away from her purse. "someone named Harold Devonport sent me a letter that my grandfather had written me before he died... Are you Harold?"