[ Daniel raises his eyebrows with an amused little huh because it certainly is a common name, and Daniel has met more Daniels in his time than he can count on his fingers.. but some of that comes with the territory of his job. ]

Molloy. [ He gestures to himself, then: ] Is it Daniel not Danny? I fuckin' hate being called Danny, personally. And Dan.

[ He twirls his abandoned cigarette between his fingers then, suddenly, as if he's only just remembered he has it, then rummages in his back pocket for the fold of matches there so he can light it. ]

Is that right? I don't think I've met anyone yet who's into this place. I felt kind of.. weird on the train, though. Like it wasn't all that bad, but it soon wore off once I started looking a little closer.