Reception - John and Open.
John paused when he heard the voice behind him, turning around to see who it was that had spoken to him. It wasn't a voice that was familiar to him. And neither was the face. Was she wearing a military dress uniform? Well that was all confirmed when she added the introduction. A Commander. John hated uniforms. Military types. Warmongers, the worst of the worst, usually. And John was somewhat fiercely anti-war. John took a drag from his cigarette, placing it between his lips.
John looked at the offered hand and hesitated, not really wanting to shake it. Still, he offered his hand in return. It's not like he knew her story. Her universe. He had to give that a chance, didn't he? Stay open minded. The station was full of all sorts of people and John didn't need to be making more enemies. "Well, cheers for that luv" he said, taking his hand back. "Now if you don't mind, I only came here because Sarah asked me to. Sort of owed her for a favour she did me. I'm not really the social sort, so if you don't mind, you can sod off" he said, plucking the cigarette from his lips.
He knew he was being rude. He didn't want anyone to get pulled into his wake, didn't want anyone to deal with his misery. Inside, he asked himself why he couldn't just let himself be happy for once in his life. To just talk to people and maybe try being normal.