The guy was definitely...interesting. John watched him with a faint smirk as he tried to get a reading. He was almost overly optimistic, which set off alarm bells for Crichton, but not of the dangerous variety. Something about him was just...off.
But something about this whole place was off, wasn't it?
"Crepes. Right." Of course, John would've killed for some hot wings, but crepes were a different sort of thing. "Well, maybe try out those doors? Anyone tell you about those yet?"