Beck shook her head at the foolish woman, her warning to the weirdos probably drowned out.  "Incoming."<br/><br/>She remained leaning against her own door, observing the hysterics, studying the people gathering, flitting and running back to rooms as if by doing so they could blot out whatever scene was in the now-popular room.  If the hotel spun this right, they could make a killing with the ghost-hunter clientelle.<br/><br/>With a faint shrug, she shook her head as the manager drew nigh.  It was going to be a long night.  Luckily - or perhaps unluckily - she wasn't going to be getting any more sleep in the near future.  Her eyes flicked over the woman with the machette and she filed that bit of information away.<i>Don't piss off people who carry knives longer than my arm</i>Well, okay, the machette wasn't quite as long as Beck's arm, but that didn't much matter.  The warning was just as valid.<br/><br/><b>OOC: Beck is going to wait and watch, curious, but not interested in drawing undue attention to herself.</b>