Beverley stood on the fringes of the small group, which had taken to forming up clusters around graves of interest. She cupped her hands around a styrofoam cup of free cocoa. She wore a mustard yellow pea coat with her charcoal trousers and boots, hoping for look that was both professional and approachable, in case she was able to leverage any conversation into a business opportunity for GHC. Of course, she wouldn't mind if things veered in a more personal direction... She relished the opportunity to give her frank thoughts on hoaxes, for instance, or her avid belief in alien life. Paranormal meet-ups drew all types.

Six tiny marshmallows bobbed on the surface of her hot drink. She leaned closer to sip it and her eyeglasses fogged. "Shoot." She wiped a gloved finger inside each lens.

A man wandered closer. She looked up, optimistic, but was disappointed as he mumbled, "Excuse me," and shuffled past her to toss his cup in a garbage bag.