Murphy's fairly deep in thought when the sounds of approaching footsteps pull him out of his woolgathering. His gaze darts from the water's fairly placid surface to the stranger headed his way. Scruffy. Out of place.

Tourist.

"There's a few on this side of the property," He answers between bites of sandwich. Shit, he should probably actually be helpful, shouldn't he? He glances back to the lake briefly, but it's the same as before. Oh well. "I can give you directions, but that'd depend on which one you're looking for."

Don't they have maps in the lobby?