It took Boogie a moment to realize who was it that bumped into him, but who could blame him when the witches rarely ever left the 13th floor. "It's fine Rozalin." He said with a exhale of smoke. Boogie had rarely spoke to her but when a guy spends hours at a time on the 13th floor for a single glamor he tends to pick up some names. He was all honesty not upset about being bumped into, but with the day he had he wasn't really a happy monster at the moment. 

"Funny Rozalin, very funny." Boogie said with a eye role as she asked if he was picking up his old habits again. He had given up following people at night after he made that guy have a heart attack a few centuries ago. "Spending hundreds of years in the dark tends to make a guy like nightly strolls, besides Snow doesn't want me smoking in side." Boogie said before taking another drag of his cigarette. He then raised a brow. "What are you doing out here this late? What are doing off the 13th at all?" He said exhaling smoke from his nose.