In her mind, Alex rolled her eyes. He was<em>so</em>like his father. Outwardly, she played it deadpan.<br/><br/>"Alex Stantz. 34B."<br/><br/>She wondered how long it would take him to recognize the surname.<br/><br/>Her curiosity was also aroused, she admitted, by whoever Richard was talking to. Or, indeed, if he was talking to anyone; she was starting to suspect he'd pretend to talk to someone just as a joke, and pretend it was a resident ghost!