John seemed to get that look a lot - not so much back home on Earth, but ever since he'd took the worst wrong turn of all time, he'd gotten it so much that it was basically water and ducks to him at this point. He returned the stare, shrugging, as he poked at the Stacy slop on the tray.

"Hey, it's movie night sans the popcorn. I'd say that's nice and slow for you," John said. Maybe he wasn't sure what her deal was and maybe he had to go through the whole getting to know you song and dance all over again with a new crew. He figured all he was doing was offering her a fun time. That was it, not fun-fun or any big commitment or anything he thought could get blown out of proportion. Sarah didn't strike him as the clingy type. Lone wolf brooding into the disgusting food here, sure.