When it came time to meet up with the tour group, Bryant was more than happy to escape his room and his own thoughts. It wasn't that there was any real problem with 315. With the single queen bed, it was basic and Bryant was fine with that. Except for, ah, the... the way the heat seemed to be blasting. And, well, there were... he thought he'd heard... well, maybe there was a perfectly good explanation for the noises coming from the one wall. Yes. Indeed.
Bryant had a real talent for being a part of and yet apart from a group. The tall gentleman dutifully handed over his ticket and stood trying not to hear any noise from the storm. Since he'd managed to be successfully social earlier in the day, he thought that maybe he'd manage a similar feat tonight on the tour. But when their smarmy host clapped his hands after the eleventh toll of the clock, Bryant gave a visible start... and it basically erased every good intention he had of not being frightened tonight. At least the storm didn't oblige the fellow with the skewed bow-tie when he paused for effect: Bryant might very well have just turned and fled back to his room and not cared who thought him weak or foolish for it.
The ghost stories were more fascinating than scary and Bryant constantly wanted to ask more questions, get more information -- particularly about the details of the deaths -- but he kept losing his nerve and, really, didn't want to interrupt their tour guide while he was doing his, ah, performance. It was especially interesting to find his room was 315 when 'the infamous 215' was, well, infamous. Just as he'd looked toward the lady with the scars or the younger woman when the manager did -- Bryant always wearing a tentative, friendly smile -- he looked toward the young man staying in the room with the possible ghost of Amanda Leach.
So Bryant did what he usually did: he stood and listened and hoped someone else asked the questions he wanted to ask. He lingered and looked and wished someone would talk to him, though he didn't know what he'd say if someone did talk to him. That didn't stop Bryant from hoping it would happen as the tour progressed. Maybe talking to someone else would keep him further distracted from the storm. He wanted to know more about the Leach family but no matter how fascinated he was, Bryant really didn't want to be the first person to ask a question... so he stood awkwardly waiting and looking at the group.