Brenna? Had he spoken to a Brenna before? No, that was a Bryn? He was certain it was Bryn. Probably a different bird, he thought to himself. He forced a quick smile and bowed his head, looking away again. A pleasure to make his acquaintance? Oh, if only she knew...
Everyone had been treating John kindly since he had arrived. No one had punched him yet, which was quite the miracle, although John was certain that might change before the end of the month. It usually worked out that way with the odds against him.
"Yeah, I've spoke to a people through the network. But I need more answers..." he paused. "Don't suppose you might be able to answer any of my questions about this place? Do you know much about this station?" he asked.