I am.

[Simon gives him a polite bow. Why not? Here he is.

Forensic evidence of the body would suggest that an arrow had nicked his neck in just the wrong place, though as the body is now back in fine form, there's only the blood to show for it. Simon isn't sure if he would say that that's what he should've expected for attacking his Firstborn, or what he should've expected for trying to run away, after.]

That's very kind of you. That would be John Doe? [He smiles at him.] If I'm allowed to hazard a guess. [He looks around a moment as if he's trying to find chairs to offer as host, but he's had a very stressful few days so he feels the disorientation can be forgiven.] The signs seem very thoughtful. The thought behind some of them seems slightly concerning, but the thought is still there. You're probably more aware of the location of the nearest place to sit than I am.

Ah, I see I've been offered a bounty of choices.

[He says it like a joke, because it's embarrassing that choosing between three simple options is almost enough to catch him off-guard. Thank Oberon that John hadn't left it open ended. He can do this.]

My - cabin, you say? That makes more sense than calling it my 'apartment' is right here, and there is just about enough seating for two. I'm afraid it's not the most comfortable place I could bring you, but we have just met. It gives me room to impress you next time. [Opens the cabin door as he speaks, glad that he hadn't locked it so isn't searching around for a key. He waves John towards it with a slight flourish.] I won't say make yourself at home, because I hope you have a slightly cheerier abode. I swear I did mean to put up a few pictures eventually.

Simon had just meant to sit to read a book and let himself relax before he continued to explore the ship. Then he'd ran across a reference he didn't know and when he'd gone looking for that there had been a fascinating seeming book right next to it and then he'd come across a footnote and somehow he's ended flipping between a book on the French Revolution and a biography/history of hip-hop. The various bookmarks in the piles around could serve as benchmarks for where he'd found something that made him feel a need to go find another book.

...He's usually better at focusing on just one book at a time but a lot has been going on and this is a very impressive library and when he's not overly focused he's very easily distracted. Besides, he'll get back to them eventually. He might even remember what one he'd started with.

Simon looks up, eyes immediately going to the ears and faintly purple skin, automatically running through a list of Fae. The stranger doesn't feel like a Fae, but Simon's senses aren't all what they usually are.

He raises his hands in his own apology.

"No, I'm sorry. I appear to have collected rather more books than I meant to..." He looks around, apparently slightly surprised to find himself so surrounded. He inclines his head in a polite nod of greeting. "Simon Torquill."

[Simon looks up with a friendly smile. When he isn't absorbed in something specific, he's generally more than happy to pauses to talk to someone so it's a genuine smile at that.]

Not anything particular, which is how I ended up with so many books. [He does his best to pull out one of the more charming smiles he used back when he wasn't trying to use that as a threat.] It's hard to stop at just one.