[Drunk girl offering to shake his hand. Well, Blake has had worse welcomes, he supposes. At least it's not a right hook to the jaw.

The name rings a bell, though, and he thinks for a moment as he shakes her hand.]

Wichita. Gunnery team, right? We spoke on the network. I'm John Blake. [The likelihood she'll remember this conversation is slim, but what can you do?]

Just making sure there aren't any fights I need to break up. And everybody can get back to their quarters safely.