"Ah, does he pull a lot of all nighters? I remember those." In Bev's case, it had been partly due to the dreams. She'd been up anyway, so she figured she might as well study. And she partied in her university days too.
Bev shakes his hand, taking in his height and apparent young age. He looks to be in his late teens, maybe early twenties. Not that she would judge or underestimate him for it. Her friends had already battled the clown once at that age. Plus, he could look twenty and be two hundred. The hotel has all kinds of people.
"Welcome. It's nice to meet you too. How are you adjusting to the hotel so far?" She's seen reactions from distress at being away from home, to relief at escaping a bad situation.