John dabbled in Necromancy but it wasn't something he tended to talk about. It was a weapon he used against enemies of his in the past including Papa Midnite, a man who claimed Necromancy as his magical domain. Midnite saw John as nothing more than a parasite, someone who stole magic as he pleased. There were times when John might have agreed with him.
He laughed and grinned a little at her comment about her being more interesting than the station. "Well you could say that, luv" he replied. He wasn't sure but John was almost certain he was sensing a shift in the young woman he had sat beside. Was she waiting for someone? Something? Had she been effected by by the gas she talked about?
"Is that right?" he asked. "So what it was it like living there?" he asked, a little more suspicious. "What sort of time period did you grow up there?"