Huh. Well, it'll be fun to explain the wound on his hand then.

John ducks inside then spins around to continue following Doc. His trenchcoat is buttoned and bundled from the cold, scarf sticking out from the collar. He taps on the walls lightly, t hen the counters.

"She's not my woman," John groans and gives the man a look. "Well, while we're here, might as well have a look and see what Mathias has for us today. Come on now, cowboy."