On one hand, Beverly can't say that she's ever had a conversation like this with someone in person, writing back and forth out of necessity. On the other, it isn't really all that different from texting; she's just showing what she's written instead of sending it. Easy enough, and she decides quickly, easily, that it's not like she wouldn't just not talk to someone because they can't hear her. It seems like the kind of dick move the kids she went to school with back home would have pulled, and that's not her. If a few sentences are telling enough, then Regan seems nice, and for her own part, Beverly can roll with this.

Thanks! I'm Beverly, she types, already smiling before she finishes and holds her phone back out. It's nice to meet you. I don't think I've seen you around before?