John looks over his shoulder as if he's worried about someone following or listening in on them or something. He'd happily give a fake name but he's not in trouble here and- well, not that he was in trouble back home. He just, maybe. Didn't need to hide.

"John," he says quietly once he's facing forward again with his head lowered while scratching the side of his nose. There must be a dozen Johns around, he doesn't mind parting with his first name.

"And I'm old enough to drink. Anything else you needa know?"