[Taking a moment before doing what was asked, she replies, similarly-quietly:] Maybe we can try asking her about herself? Her name, what sort of stuff she does, just...get her talking about something?

[Then without really waiting on a response—partly in an attempt to keep the woman from wondering too much what they're saying to each other—she goes to the drawer, grabs two washcloths, and takes one of those two to the sink to get it wet. She brings both over, handing Reiko the dampened one while setting the dry one aside in case it's needed.]