"Fancy." He said, turning the idea over in his mind. A space station would also explain why things felt a little off. He'd never been to space before, he was sure that it might feel different in some ways. He wasn't sure if that was just his own normal senses or his claircognizance trying to tell him something. Trying to get a read on the station or on the girl in front of him might not be a bad idea though. "Very futuristic. Not bad. I'm sure island drinks get samey after a while, what are you supposed to do with all them little umbrellas after you've finished your drink? I used to try to make them fly. But anyway, space is always cool." He shouldn't have smiled at his own bad joke but there it was and he couldn't stop himself now.
"Ah, sorry," he extended a hand, offering it to her. "I didn't mean to stand here flappin' my gums so much. My name's Colt, nice to meet you."