John had come out for a smoke and a walk. Well, more a smoke. He didn't really enjoy being back in the parks. Not since the whole body swap incident. He didn't much enjoy shifting into a Werewolf and while the memories had been patchy, they were still there. He could remember the aches and pains, he could remember the feelings that had ran through him. And then of course there was the next day. The aches and pains, the scratches. Walking through the park reminded him of that. But he knew it was something he was going to have to get over sooner or later.
John was roused from his thoughts when he heard shouting nearby. Who the heck was that? Whoever it was, they sounded pissed off. He made his way through the thicker part of the park, towards the trees to see where the voice had come from and who it was. It wasn't a voice he recognised at least but he was certain he had only met a small amount of the folks on board the station.
Coming across a horse, and what appeared to be a man leaning against the beast, John called out. " Oi mate, you all right there?", as he approached them. John wore the same trenchcoat he always wore. The same white shirt, same red tie that shifted to black in some lighting. Same black trousers, black shoes, and spiky hair. And as per usual, a lit cigarette held between two fingers.