[The other guy's luck ain't so good today, because Stan only knows enough about sign language to know that's what it is, and to know that this little talk just got a lot harder. He sighs.]

Yeah, yeah, I got it, you came from the newbie room. So I'm the lucky sap who gets to give you the grand tour, huh?

[Okay. This is like with that Berry kid, isn't it? So they need paper. Stan could just wish some up in his own room, but like hell he's taking a stranger in there. The whole 'cruddy motel' look might feel right for whatever passes for his place in this stupid town but it also feels too personal, somehow.]

See that door over there? Out we go, come on. Go outside, stand in front of it, and think, uh - I don't know, think about yourself, or that rock on your throat, or whatever. That'll get us the door to your room, we can talk there. I know it sounds weird. Go with me on this.

[And as long as this guy's room is more boring, like Stan's, and not a mess of creepy shit and old traumas like his brother's, it should work out that way. That's the price for a free place to stay, he guesses. The place you get given could look like anything.]