John is enough of an accomplished abrasive asshole to take any moment of indecision in others as being a success on his part. Things might be different here, not having the foundations or experience to quite so safely shut people out, but for the immediate circumstances, he'd be okay with it. He's already had a shit enough day without questions being thrown at him, rubbing salt in the wounds.

Still, the question the other man opts for is enough to catch a wry spark of humour, and John glances at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Why, I look like the kind of guy that'd get into something else?"

Muffled, a little, by the half-blood-soaked handkerchief's continued, necessary presence.