"Smiting," Will echoed with a grin and a laugh, always the good-natured person, as well as clever, and easily caught onto the joke that the other man had tossed into the air. He welcomed such joviality, being that he'd spent the majority of his time here thus far being frustrated to the point where he was purposely avoiding picking up the PDA from the place in which he left it out of a need to get his bearings here first and deal with the issue of that drone later.
"Will Riker," he said, holding out a hand. No need for rank or full name. He wasn't on duty here.