Hearing the voice of a young female to his left, Jon directs his eyes to the source. A white-haired and eye-catchingly attractive Bolorian sits on the adjacent cryo-pod, wearing a rather elegant violet dress, hugging her knees and displaying a notably cute smile. Her eyes are also red, much like his own, but he doubts that's as uncommon for the Bolorians as it is for his own species.
Clearing his throat, Jon casually leans against the wall, and figures that an idle chat won't hurt.
"Oh, hi...yeah, I am pretty confused...a bit disappointed, too, seeing how my boots are the only things that seem to have come here with me...wherever 'here' is." Jon tries his best not to show it, but he's pretty nervous; his training had focused on combat and survival, not on flirting, or having nerves of steel in front of such a beauty. The fact that he had recently awoken from a dream where he was banging a famous actress, obviously, is not helping that predicament. All things considered, though, he has more important things on his agenda than small-talk...particularly, getting some info on where the hell he is.
"Well, I don't think our confusion will be helped much if we just lounge about in here...let's see if we can find anything useful in this room, then I think we should look for a data room, or something...at least a terminal that still runs." Jon stands up straight again, and reaches into his left pants pocket.
(I wonder if that music player made it here with me, at least...) To his relief, it indeed has, and it still works, thanks to the cryo-safe case he was storing it in. Booting it up, he switches to one of his favorite tracks on its storage: (
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=do6KVNgf62s&feature=related)