A normal guy would probably take this opportunity to look uncomfortable, maybe go ahead and sidle on out with an apology and a quick step. John never claimed to be a normal guy; he's got that Southern harmlessness that charms even some of the most aggressive Peacekeepers people who shall not be named. So he smiles, and lets off a quiet chuckle.

"Yeah, I got the impression your tourist industry isn't very big," he says, straightening a little when she steps forward. He's polite enough to do the same, holding out one of his hands. "John. Commander John Crichton. Uh, Earth, but I guess you probably figured that out already."