"I suppose. Everyone is pretty happy that it's over." Octane shrugged, mostly because he was unconcerned with it personally. "But I guess there have been some here for a year or so? I dunno." Octavio thought about it. "I've been here just a month or a little over? I haven't been keeping track, honestly." Nope, not long at all. Just went with the flow.
"Some make lives, others fight against the grain, but most just do as they feel is right." Octane moved closer to her where she was at the phone and computer. Looking at it, he remembered his checking in. He didn't bother not doing it, because why not?
"No idea." He commented. "I don't know if anyone hasn't and what would come of it? You just don't have a bed to sleep in? You just stay here in the lobby, bored and alone." Looking to the woman he laughed. "The ghosts will annoy you? Who know, maybe the phone will ring nonstop again until you do it."