John didn't really make friends. Well at least not since Newcastle. That incident had taught him to keep people away at more than an arms length, even if it meant spitting hatred at them that he didn't truly have for them. Forever the little con artist, even when it meant losing everyone.
John feigned a smile in return. Okay she was cute and all but she seemed a bit overly eager. Like there was something not quite real about her reactions. Or was there? John's head was in a bit of a spin. He took note of the name Steve Rogers. Perhaps he might have some answers? John was going to try and find him.
"So who gassed this place? Or what did it? And are they still a danger to the people here?" he asked. He didn't particularly care that it wasn't his turn. There was a lot he really wanted to know about where he was. Perhaps one day he could figure out how to get back home. If he wanted to... But at the same time maybe coming to the station was a blessing for him?