Since the big ole nude days, Octane hadn't been in what he'd call a slump, but just not eager to rush into the next adventure. Sure he was pretty positive as life went, but he wasn't exactly unhindered by normal human emotions. Nonetheless he wanted to just clear his head a bit.
Then he heard the ringing of the phone in the lobby. He knew that ring and that it only happened when there was a new guest arriving.
Well, Octane put his game face on, and went around to see who was arriving and to give them the deal about what's going on. Of course, there was a part of him that was quite curious on if it was any of his friends or people he knew. But as he rounded the corner, not trying to keep his metal feet quiet on the floor he saw it wasn't someone he knew. The woman was obviously having a bad time.
Raising a hand, he spoke. "Hola," He started. "You're at the Crown Royal," He approached casually. "Here's the deal, and I'll just be blunt about it and not waste your time- the island we are on with this hotel is off the coast of Scotland, you are trapped, the hotel is haunted, and unfortunately things get very weird on occasion." He stated. "Like I," He pointed at himself. "Am from outer space from a planet I guarantee you probably haven't heard of before and have metal legs." He laughed softly.
"This hotel sort of works like a weird pocket dimension or something." He paused. Okay, he went too hard. "Uh, sorry, I just don't know when to stop sometimes." His doe eyed expression sort of showed that.