She was listening, letting that delightfully adorable motormouth chatter on and on - all the while Beverly also found socks, warm ones, and shoved her feet into boots that were her size as well. They'd be good in the snow, she was sure - Portland had cold winters, somewhat, but it was mostly fat raindrops and mist, a general dampness. The rain was a staple, as much as the forest greenery and grunge music.
To her, Richie's ramblings made sense, at least. Maybe she just knew him well. "Everything encompasses a lot," she pointed out, now fully clothed and attempting to fluff out her hair. Good to know, at any rate - she'd have to do some exploring. "But we can't - we can't leave?"
Obviously she hadn't tried yet, and she didn't know where she would go. Especially if this pocket dimension was cut off from all other dimensions - god, Ben would understand this and be able to explain it better than any of them. He'd always been the smartest.