"Dan Torrance," he shook her hand and, ah, youth. He tried to remember what it was like to be a teenager - then again, maybe he should keep those memories tucked away in a velvet-lined coffin where they belonged. As could be expected, his teenage years were violent and soaked in booze. "It's nice to meet you."
She was...close to Abra's age, maybe? Could be that he was just feeling nostalgic though, heart twisting a little when he thought fondly of the girl who called him 'Uncle Dan.' As close to family as he'd ever get, anyway. So yeah, he missed her.
And she definitely wouldn't have wanted him to be walking around looking tragic, that was for certain.
"I'm pretty new. Heard this was the place to learn how to look good?" He probably needed a lot of help there. Be gentle, Gwen.