One thing was definitely for sure: the Oblivion was huge. Eleven floors plus a sky deck, and that wasn't even the half of it. Graham Shepherd had been on cruiseships before, but never one like this. He was rather impressed, and for him, that was saying something! It wasn't that the tall Englishman was hard to impress, but in his days as a journalist, he'd seen all sorts of things. Those in charge knew that he would be doing some sort of story on the ship... which might have explained the exquisite room he'd been given. Really, he could just write a review on the room itself and the story it told! But there was still so much to see, and so far, he'd probably hardly explored even half of it. Although his appearance didn't scream 'journalist,' he did carry around a pad of paper and a pen, upon which he jotted down notes every once in a while.
The perks here was that he could enjoy the luxuries the ship had to offer while he was working on his story! As such, his stomach reminded him it was lunch-time. Sometimes, when he was hard at work at a story, he tended to forget the little things, like eating. The good thing about this was that there was a cafe on the floor he was currently perusing that he'd yet to try out. When he stepped into Talia's Diner, he couldn't help but chuckle lightly in amused amazement. It really was like stepping into a diner out of the 50s. Slipping his notepad into the pocket of the casual jacket coat he wore over a button-up shirt, he scanned the place thoughtfully. Even the television sets looked authentic to the period. Shaking his head a bit, already ticking off what he might add to the review pertaining to the cafe in his head, he headed to the counter. A young woman sat there, but he put one seat between them. Perhaps this would be the opportunity to get an informal passenger interview!
"Right, I'll have a strawberry milkshake, burger and fries, thanks," he spoke in that distinct English accent when the waiter approached him. Graham arched a brow lightly at the woman, before speaking up conversationally. "I feel like I'm not properly dressed. Next time, I suppose I'll have do something with my hair like all the cool cats did back then." Oh yes, he had reached up to pull his bangs down a little, like they did in the movie Grease. Not that it stayed, of course, but his hair was usually in a bit of a makeshift mess, anyway!