"I don't blame him. I'd only just arrived and all of this was confusing enough." She kind of had to take things one at a time, maybe increments, because if it was all dumped on her at once there was no way she'd be able to make sense of it. Or even retain much of the information anyway.
Malfunctioning, weird doors. Good to know. "I guess if you think about it, it kind of makes sense?" Bev mused. "You have all these stories and ancient tales about doorways between worlds, stepping through and finding yourself someplace else. It's kind of like that." Like how doorways were used the gods to get around, or used to traverse time and space.
Maybe she was overthinking it. But it still helped to kind of quantify or explain things, or else she'd just smoke through all the cigarettes in this town and become a ball of stress.
"Anything else about the town I need to know?" she asked, chin resting on Stan's chest as she glanced up at him.