"Octane," Fox repeated with a slightly incredulous edge to her tone. She could hardly judge him for the name. Short and sweet and at least it stood out. "Fox."
After what she's witnessed since getting to this place, his statement about the hotel being on its bullshit again seemed reasonable. She was still not fully convinced was not some kind of afterlife, even though several people had insisted that it's not. Enough people who had been here for far longer that she could maybe believe it. She didn't even care to question it too much at this point. At least she wasn't dead and gone. And at least she got to see Wes again.
"Definitely wasn't me," said Fox.
She gave a little chuckle when he made his sarcastic remark. Yeah, there were no personal touches to her space. She didn't need a lot to live. Just give her the basic amenities and she was all set. She's been in a lot worse places in her time. Slipping out of the sheets and from the bed, she didn't bother to cover up as she walked halfway across the room to throw on a black tank top and a pair of comfortable linen pants the color of oatmeal or parchment.
"Thanks for the wakeup call, kid. So you gonna keep standing there or...?"