Ben huffed a laugh in return, managing not to wince when it hurt. "No... no, I guess it wasn't," he admitted ruefully. He took a draw on his cigarette then held it down below table level, out of her way when she sat down.
He responded to the outstretched hand and shook. "Ben Ferguson," he replied. "And no. I had an early night last night. I've been here a couple days, but I must admit I've been just a little antisocial so far. It's all just a little bizarre. I'll be sure to get along there soon, though."
God, but it was good to speak to somebody who seemed even remotely friendly. "Irishman? Sorry... I don't know where you mean. I haven't met Eden, I don't think." He was just a little taken aback. It sounded as though people here had been building up a real kind of community. He'd been trying to concentrate on finding a way out, and they'd been getting on with the meet 'n' greets.
"Uh. No offense taken," he assured her with a smile. "How long have you been here? You seem to have met up with far more people than I have." Perhaps he should check out this diner after all. He hadn't really meant it when he'd told her he would, but there might be an advantage to it.