When John Seed finds him, he's sitting up, staring around in confusion. Rarely has any man ever looked so lost.

Once he's recovered a bit and had a chance to put on his civilian clothes, John heads out to explore. He starts on his floor (the second), looking in at the infirmary, and the makes his way down, stopping at the bathrooms (it's just like being back at seminary again, he thinks), wardrobe room, commissary, and finally, for the longest period of time, the library.

The entire time, his hunger continues to gnaw at him, and he has to try very hard not to simply let it go.

John has ducked into the wardrobe room for his own safety, and that of the random person he walked by a couple of minutes ago. The hunger in his vitals spiked and he very nearly turned on them, and probably someday he will when he receives the sign he's praying for, but not today, not now. He staggers into the room, grabbing at the wall for support, and he has no idea that anyone else is in there until Nadja hisses.

He actually yelps and starts violently, knocking a number of hats and scarves to the floor.

"Sorry. Sorry! I didn't know—sorry, I'll get out of your—"

He's hit by a sudden wave of dizziness and sags against the wall, trying to get his equilibrium back before he can bolt.

If Nadja's senses are sufficiently acute (smell, for instance), she might sense that he's ... not properly human. In a way that might seem very familiar.

[ Moments before, John had just glanced over his shoulder, unsettled by the feeling that someone was watching. Jon almost comes as a relief. ]

Hello. You're the librarian?

He returns to the chapel alone, this time with a semi-professional eye. He wonders if he'll be able to use it for services, and if so, who should he ask.

As it happens, The Priest Is In. His eye has been caught by the shelf of books, and he's been perusing the selection with interest. He glances up when the tall man enters and offers a nod of greeting, not presuming that he's the one who's wanted.

He ends his perambulations on the deck, looking out into space and quite honestly enjoying the view. It doesn't help, it doesn't answer any questions; it confounds him, really, if he thinks about it too much. But it is beautiful.