Oh man, a name like Jasper, how can you not make moonshine? That's a stoner name, right there; I bet he's got a little bit of the weed-smoking bloodline in him, too. [He grins though, beams really, because Marty just happens to be That Guy with the big-ass grin when he's not miserable in space, and all. It's how he copes, alright.] His stuff can't be any worse than the space booze this place flings around. Careful though, because some of the shit in the bar will knock you flat on your ass and you'll never see it coming.

[IT'S ONLY THE FACTS, BELLAMY.]

Oh. Right. [He holds out a hand, totally aiming for a handshake. Be a bud.] I'm Marty. I guess it should have been info-dump numero uno, but I'm a rebel like that. Or just dyslexic.