Bev walked through the lobby with a glass of ice water from the kitchen, in her hand. The cold might help to wake her up after a night of bad dreams. She couldn't always rely on coffee. She was headed towards the stairs, since the elevators were now a risk for encountering clown ghosts.
Bev raised the glass, about to take a sip and stopped with a loud "Oh!". Instead of seeing normal ice cubes, she saw novelty cubes with fake bugs in them. She hadn't seen those prank ice cubes since her childhood in the eighties, and she knew she hadn't put any in her glass. She drew in a deep breath and muttered. "Not real." Just as she spoke, her vision ended and she saw the actual ice cubes inn the glass again. She looked up from her glass, and realized she wasn't alone.
"Hey." Bev said, managing a polite smile for the stranger, despite her embarrassment. Of course, she would have to experience a vision in front of someone who looked too new to the hotel to know she had prophetic dreams and occasionally saw things that weren't there. "Sorry about that. I don't usually talk to my beverages."