"USS Starship Buttcrack," John provides helpfully, a few feet down the hallway she ducked into. Don't worry, Ashley; he tends to stick his nose in where it doesn't belong, but he's harmless. In fact, he pauses for a second to snicker at his own joke. He'll have to remember that one for later.

"Sorry, hi. John Crichton," he says with a lazy salute. "You're on the Enterprise. Let me guess, you weren't trying to get here and now you're royally cheesed off at whoever skipped you across the universe?"