"Wellstone's not what it used to be, but we're really working to ramp up tourism. You're here, aren't you?" The receptionist rattles off, as smooth as ever, pleasant smile firmly set in place.

Alec leans forward, watching him with unblinking quiet fascination.

"Huh," he says, planting his hands behind him on the counter and sinking his weight back on his palms. "How about that. Does it ever change, or is it always like this?"