Ben had responded to her network post without pausing to think things through. Usually, he isn't impulsive like that, but this is the woman who saved Klaus, talking about dying. It must have struck some kind of nerve. So, in his hurry to respond, he'd forgotten that she doesn't know what he looks like, she doesn't know he was there at the time, maybe she doesn't know anything about him apart from his name.

And facing the prospect of trying to explain all that through a tiny communication device... well, it's just all wrong. Maybe it wouldn't feel that way if he grew up in a world with different technology, who knows? In any case, he sends a quick follow-up video to her, saying he would be there soon to explain. So he makes his way to the room number she'd mentioned in the video, and on the walk there, composes himself, thinking over what he wants to say.

Ben raps his knuckles against the open door even as he is slouching in, hood up, looking wary and solemn.

"Hey, Detective Patch? Sorry for the weird reply, before."

He pauses, visibly considering before offering his hand to shake and saying, by way of explanation, "Ben Hargreeves."

Ben looks around, finds the nearest suitable place to sit or lean, and does so. He wants it clear that this is a conversation that is going to take a little while, and have some weight to it. Though she could probably piece that together from the context. Folding his arms across his chest, Ben sighs.

"When I sent that video, I'd forgotten that last time we were in a room together, you couldn't see me or hear me because I was a ghost. I was at the motel."

He knows what it is like, to die. Knows she won't need him to explain which motel, and when. She'll know.