[A broad grin stretches around the end of the cigarette, perched between his lips, lit a burning cherry-red by the lighter. He holds it in his mouth for a moment, inhales, then blows the smoke back out—away from the man in front of him. It almost feels wrong to smoke in here. A shifty glance around confirms no one is coming to tell him to get out; old habits die hard.]

What the hell was that? [He snickers around the cigarette, softening the question.] Think it'd probably be better if I knew what Nantucket is. [An Earth place? So is his first assumption based on the context.] But I get the point... stupid rhyming, huh?

Okay, but now you have to tell me a dirty one.

[There's a gleam in his eyes. It feels like the first real humor he's felt since waking up on this station, alone and far away from everything he's known.]