He took a drag from the cigarette and looked from Maryanne to the memorial. In a way he was lucky to not know any of the names listed. He didn't have to deal with the island, or the same sort of transition over to the station. In a way that also put him at a disadvantage. The people on the station knew one another. They had a connection even if they weren't all united. John knew how to use that to his advantage however. Even if they weren't all a united front, they were united in their mourning, united in being trapped on the station and that sort of thing connected souls. And that connection made for fascinating magic.
John took a nip from the flask before holding it out for Maryanne to take if she wanted it. "Everyone dies" John replied simply. ""Eventually... Doesn't make it hurt any less though, does it?" he added with a sympathetic smile.