It's a little unusual, but John adjusts his grip to meet her handshake. He listens to her introduction, her observation--and boy, if that ain't a kick in the head.

It's cool, though. It's really goddamn cool, and it makes him smile a little.

"Yeah--Bowie, Arizona." he replies. "So you're--what, an astronaut? Or we talkin' full on Star Trek space travel? Warp drives and shit?"

...yes, someone is a closet nerd, and no, he is not sorry.