It took John a while to make it there. Not driving had never seemed an issue in England, but here everything seemed to be far apart from everything else, and he had no friends yet to call in favors for and get rides from. Public transportation was a right clusterfuck, he decided. It didn't help much he'd ended up with a few quid in his pocket as opposed to the quarters he'd really needed.
He made it though, and that had to count for something even if he was late. Then again, he was sure his new proper British acquaintance might forgive that. He seemed nice enough. Nice enough not to bite, anyway.
He flicked his smoke away into the parking lot before entering the bar, and made to look for the first face that was pinchable. Obviously. Q was found easily enough, because he was, oddly, exactly as he'd described himself. "Alright?" John had an easy smile in greeting.