Dean looked up as John approached and introduced himself. He raised his eyebrows at the question about Earth. "Yeah," he said, chuckling and looking at the dart-player with an amused smile. "Last time I checked."
His smile faded as Lee listed his long title. Caprican Delegate...what? He barely slight sarcasm in Lee's tone in regards to his dart playing as his face lit up a moment later into a huge smile. Oh man, he'd stumbled on some kind of freaking Star Trek convention. No wonder everyone was acting so strangely.
"Heya," he said, holding out a hand to first John and then Lee. "Wedge Antilles."
He hoped Sam didn't mind him borrowing one of his favorite fake IDs. The thought of his brother sobered him up for a moment. "You guys haven't seen a tall guy walking around here, have you? 6'4, brown hair, brown eyes?"