Tangent - Living in the Laundry Room?

My building's laundry room is located in the basement. Unfortunately, the room is void of any ventilation. So, on a hot summer day like this one, I opted for gym shorts and a shirt. Proper laundry attire... or so I assumed. As I headed downstairs (empty travel bag in tow) to retrieve my clothing from the dryer, a fellow tenant -- a lady in her late 50s or early 60s -- also made her move to the laundry room. I figure she lives on the floor above mine since I heard the elevator close and then pass my stop before I could hit the button. I took the stairs.

I arrived in the lobby as the elevator opened. The lady headed to the basement just steps ahead of me. As is the case with most elevators, ours stops short of entering the depths of a non-ventilated hell. When we both got to the laundry room, my dryer still had 5 minutes remaining. Yes, poor planning. I put my bag down on a chair while trying to avoid the awkwardness that would otherwise have been me watching this lady empty her dryer.

Then... conversation ensued:

Lady: Do you live there?
Me: Do I live where?
(She points to a door in the laundry room that I believe leads to the garbage disposal / compactor area)
Lady: Do you live there?
Me: Oh... um... no.
(Hoping not to embarrass her, I let out a very faint chuckle.)
Lady: Sometimes there's a person that lives there, which technically is illegal.
Me: Ah.

I stayed quiet for the rest of the time... save a courteous "have a good night" as I left.

Apparently, someone occasionally lives with the the garbage compactor. He may or may not look like me.