Beverly has been a resident long enough to know that these feasts don't often come with no strings attached. She might wish they did, but the Observers very rarely play nice. The corn field likewise has her mildly uncomfortable. Suspicious might be describing her feelings a little harshly. The sentiment is the same though. She isn't entirely jaded enough not to enjoy the festivities, luckily. The hope is that no one will end up hurt by the end.

Still, she tries to enjoy herself, flitting around and being as social as she can be. As always, she will happily greet people she knows and sit down for part of the meal with them. "I shouldn't be surprised by the overnight corn field by this point," she says with a light laugh.

Later, when her vision blurs a bit, she knows something is going to change. When it does, she's pleasantly surprised not to have to immediately worry about anyone's safety. She also likes the assortment of costumes, even if some look worse than others, and hers is definitely one of the not good ones. She's trying to ignore the cinnamon labeled spice jar that is her costume. For those costumes that aren't as easy to recognize, or might not be for someone whose modern time is Earth's 24th century, she isn't above asking, "All right, I give up. What's your costume?"