Jon looks more than a little surprised at the offer, a light blush tinging his cheeks. Why on Earth is this man offering that so quickly? They've known each other all of ten minutes and Jon can offer him virtually nothing. Is this some sort of gambit to gain favors? What does he actually want? Is this a trap?

The paranoid thoughts chase after each other for several seconds until Jon manages to get a mental leash on them.

"Oh, I- er... that's, um... thank you. I don't- I mean, I mostly try to just... avoid people?" To greater and lesser success, depending on the day. "I'll keep it in mind, as well." There's an awkward pause. "Do you have a network ID, then? I mean, I probably won't call you, in all honesty, but you can have my ID if you think of something you need. It's thearchivist, all run together."