Subtle could take a flying leap off a cliff somewhere - or into New York City traffic, so no, Bev wasn't interested in that. She was interested in having the tour guide though - or, uh, having a tour.
While it was true that very few things interested her these days, she didn't dwell too much on worries involving, say, boredom or loneliness. In her own little black hole of a space, she operated and thrived alone. People, they sucked. Most of the time she was fine with sticking her earbuds in and enjoying her murder podcasts as a way to ignore chatter directed her way.
Though she was still willing to give this a go. For some reason. "Sure," she grinned a bit, dusting her hands off to rid herself of any cookie crumbs. There may have been a twinkle in pale, glacial eyes. "I'd like that. I can wait 'til you're done? I don't know what time you close up or anything, but we can probably get some sight-seeing in before the town shuts down."
Like, 9:30, somewhere around there? Pleasantville, USA probably went to bed early.