John watches the woman over the brim of his glass as he drinks, noticing her behavior. He sets the cup down and leans, standing, against the bar.
"I was born on New Berlin. Though as for where I hail from, in truth it is Vierlande." the man allowed a moment pause, "I like to think the screen of my ship's cockpit is bigger than its airlock window, because where I am going is more important than where I have been. My former brothers of Rheinland military might disagree."
"Tell me, Kommodore," he tries to catch eye contact, "what happened to the Jotunheim?"
