[ He pins her with a look. It's just a look, a stare; part of him wonders if she'd really just accept his reason for trying to find her. Still, he won't know until he tries. But for the moment, he delays giving that answer. ]

A messed up place run by a maniac. [ "Hell" was the first word that came to mind, but he opted for a different description at the last minute, because maybe that's too strong of a description, even if he still thinks it fits. ]

If it was up to me, I'd bulldoze the whole place.

[ He keeps following after her until she reaches the front desk, or what's left of it, and pauses when she reads off the stack of papers. ] Night Springs? Well, that tracks. It's fitting, too. Are you familiar with Night Springs?

[ If she says no, well, he'll explain, but he just figures he'll ask and find out how much she's aware of.

Once she starts off reading the descriptions, Alan huffs out a dry laugh. ] I think they'd think those names boring, especially the Rockstars. Gods of Rock n' Roll is more like it, I think. But I guess it works, if you're going for a straight-to-the-point description.

[ She reads off the title that he knows is meant for him, and again he pins her with a questioning look. ] Do you know what all of those have in common?