John listened to Brenna's answer. She did have an awfully strange way of talking. One of those upper class sorts maybe? Posh types? Was she flirting with him too? He had certainly been flirting with her, but was she flirting back? And what was with that smile? He had a sneaking suspicion. A tingle that raised the hairs on the back of his neck but he ignored it again.
He tried to take a mental note of the name of the Station and what had happened, conjuring up other questions he could ask.
"Fair enough, you did answer my question" he said with a nod. "I'm an exorcist. An expert Warlock, Demonologist and a..." he paused, and smirked. "A master of the dark arts. I'm a magnet for trouble. Wherever I go, it seems to follow. So this right here? This is about as close as I let people get to me. People tend to die when they get too close to me. They become targets for Demons and all manner of horrible bastard creatures" he said, finishing his cigarette. He stubbed the rest out in the grass and blew the smoke away, thinking of the people in his life who had died thanks to him. John felt he deserved whatever came to him in death.
"How about, what was it that made everyone crazy and start killing each other and it is still present on board this station?" he asked. A serious question but he felt an important one.