Beck did not move any closer.  The way the weirdos at the bar - they didn't seem to be quite as weird now - were methodically and officially handling the situation... well, she knew when to stay out of the way.  She took a step back, leaning against her room door.  Folding her arms over her chest and kicking her right foot over and across her left, she looked to be the very picture of relaxation.  She couldn't quite ignore the faint prickle of danger clinging valiantly to the back of her neck.<br/><br/>At the faint shuffle of someone from the other end of the hall, Beck turned her appraising attention on the new entrant.  She was familiar but Beck couldn't quite place the name.  Marnie, or Mame, or Mom or something, some "M" name.  With a nod, she offered a restrained smile.<br/><br/>"'Mornin'.  Seems there's been a bit a trouble further down.  Might be best to wait here til we know what's goin' on."