[h2][color=Cadetblue]John "Grit" Crane[/color][/h2] 
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The girl spoke slowly and thoughtfully. It seemed to John like she was trying to say something about the poster, but he wasn't sure what she was trying to say. Thinking about it himself, he wasn't sure whether or not he would check the club out. Taking on others might be a good substitute for football workouts while he was onboard. Thinking about football still stung a little. 

"Yes ma'am," he said. "Just got off of that damn spaceship. You'd think they would've trained us for that or given us a warning. I'm surprised nobody got sick or hurt." He figured he should tone down dwelling on pain, though. He needed to make some friends, and talking about people vomiting on a spaceship was not what he thought of as "cool".

"I'm John," he said to introduce himself. His voice was a low grumble with a southern drawl. "Though most have taken to callin' me Grit. Great to meet you." He held one of his big ol' bear paw hands out to the girl to shake. 

[@He Who Walks Behind]