[John isn't alone. Ren's figurative steam gives out on him. Uncertain if he should turn on the charm or not, he leans on his otherwise awkward self.]

Yeah... Yeah.

[He fidgets, looking him over.]

Um, sorry, I can't help you clean off. I mean. I usually carry a few handkerchiefs with me, but those were... not on my person when I got here.

Are you a native, or...?