"Thanks," Dylan says, his smile warm, as friendly as he can make it, which is extremely friendly, Dylan being Dylan. He's had an awful lot of practice at looking friendly in the last 18 months or so, and he was very good at it before that. Peacekeeping and stepping into the awkward sort of situation he sometimes wound up in when things didn't go great with Argosy Special Operations were usually helped with an easygoing smile, too.

He slips into the seat opposite the kid.

"Yeah, it is. Guess people are settling back in after what happened on the planet."

He looks around for a moment, then settles his arms against the table, hands clasped in front of him, looking back at his companion.

"I'm Dylan, by the way. Captain Dylan Hunt."