He relaxes slowly when Kennex eases off, but he continues to keep a suspicious eye on him.

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess you could say so," he says, propping an elbow on the bar. "Not sure if that's how it works for everybody, but it seems like the norm with most of the folks who get pulled on board. One minute you're strolling down the avenue, and the next you're in the middle of Ten Forward."

He pauses. "Need a drink?"

It seems like the next reasonable direction.