John stubbed the cigarette out on the ground and straightened up again, not bothering to pick up the cigarette end. "Money doesn't matter here" he replied. The horse was going to be a problem. He had learned bout their being wild creates on board the station, some of those creatures out of time, like the raptors. He wasn't sure where the horse would be safe.
"There's loads of empty apartments. You can pick one to be your home. Probably somewhere close to... this park for your horse" he said, thinking loud more than anything. "Should be able to get washed there. And there's places where you can get extra clothing as well" he looked around, trying to think of where to take the horse. "I can't remember seeing any stables, and there's no posts for tying a horse to either so you'll have to make do with a tree" he shrugged.