Brian blinked for a moment and then looked to the side with his brows up. Actually a turtle? He'd ask but... sometimes you just don't want to know. He made a mental note of the suite number and nodded.

"Exotic death? I had planned an exotic death for myself, although I suppose Micheal Hutchence beat me to it," he said, smirking at his beat joke. "I'd hate to be rude and ask about it, but I wouldn't stop you talking. Well, I don't recall dying. That's good news, at least. And aging.... does that happen here?"