Jon's doing his best not to be caught staring by his seatmate. He's been on this damn tour so many times, he's able to tune it out and just observe the new arrivals that orientation has forced him to join. One of the downsides of flipping the bird at LIEs every month... never-ending program nonsense.

The tiefling--he looks like Jester had, just a different color--glances over at him, and Jon hurries to flick his gaze forward, putting on his least friendly frown.

"I believe it's customary to introduce yourself before asking for someone else's name."