Random encounters with strangers was a fairly large part of John Smith's life -- if not for them, he'd never have met his agent -- never have gotten a book deal at all.
And probably would never have ended up in a quarantined city full of blue almost dying people. That part was a bit unexpected -- but he was ever the optimist and hoped the best for everyone. Until then, he didn't see why he shouldn't have some fun. It was next to rare to be in a hotel that was basically abandoned beyond himself and one or two employees (from what he'd seen, anyway).
John couldn't help but smile widely when his new-found friend entered the building. She had a look of mischief about her that he approved of, completely.
"I do hope you had a theme song for it all." he quipped, holding out his hand for one of those awkward meeting handshakes and grinning. "And isn't that funny? Tara Smith. I'm John Smith."