The voice surprised him, as did the description. It took John a second to realize Bill was talking to him. Right. Seeing humans that weren't Peacekeepers still surprised him, but it was....nice. He took the coffee, staring at it in almost shock before carefully sipping it.
Sweet Jesus, that's good. He missed coffee. So, so much. This might be a dream, but it was a damned good one.
"Uh...yeah. John Crichton. Do I know you?" He didn't want to be rude, but he still hadn't really met many people around town and he couldn't place the face. British accent, though. Huh. "You're not Sebacean, are you?"