John silently let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. Harv mentioned the Starrs came from a small town, small family. He couldn't hold everyone to his standard on familial knowledge, after all.
"Thank you, but it never hurts to hope," John said, barley managing a smile to show his sincerity,"If you do ever hear of an 'M. Starr', I might still be very interested in making their..." He searched for words. "Aquaintance."
This certainly put a damper on his mood. No known engineer to at least repair the buffer meant that he could never truly risk moderate damage to the CX-66. Hell, if he stressed it too much it may as well implode on him as it was, he hadn't nailed down the exact power coefficient for mass transfer.
John felt the hopes he had tried not to hold crash on him reguardless. This mood change provoked his spirit, the Lone Grey Wolf, to present. It manifested next to him, its ears at perfect scratching height, and John began to do so absentmindedly.The Wolf looked up at Evangeline and tilted its head slightly.