Bev smiled, glad she wasn't being a nuisance to him. "You think we're all from the same world?" She rather liked the idea. If they were ever sent home, maybe the shine would let them hold onto their memories and let them find each other, the surviving losers and Dan.
"I don't suppose you ever wore a Marsh-Rogan design or watched a Trashmouth comedy special." Bev asked with a little laugh of her own. She had watched them, even before she'd had her memories of Richie. Her ex, the source of the Rogan name, hadn't thought it was ladylike - making her want to watch Richie even more when Tom wasn't home. That was one change, when she returned home, her line would simply be known as Marsh, no matter what legal obstacles she might have to face. She had decided that before being brought to the hotel.
The elevator reached the ground level and she walked out, suspecting that Dan would feel more comfortable now.