Bryant had been about to answer Teagan when Tatum entered into the conversation... and then asked the manager her question. He gave a visible start when she mentioned the room numbers, since he'd been thinking about it earlier.
His nervous smile was in turn shared with Tatum when their host disabused the notion that the room numbers mattered. "Terribly glad you inquired about that; I'm in 315 myself and had been wondering what the opinion was on the, ah, ghostly activities in the vicinity." Then he looked to Teagan once more, making the discussion include both younger women. Inside, he was secretly delighted that he was actually talking to people and they were talking back and very few of them today had looked at him like he was a freak. "I must second -- or third, rather -- the idea that portability as a spectre would be ideal. But Joseph Leach didn't die here and the manager claims his spirit has turned up here so there is some belief that ghosts don't necessarily haunt their burial sights."
A considering pause. "There's a school of thought that says cremation is a way to try and sever the tie between body and soul after death, to release the spirit that might otherwise become a, ah, a ghost. If one believes in ghosts, that is." Ah, yes. Bring the conversation right on back to death. Jolly good job, bringing your work everywhere you go. He tried not to lose the smile as his anxiety kicked up a little at a low rumble of thunder and his second-guessing. "I'm Bryant, by the way. Stranded here by the storm, both of you?"