He chuckles at that. Someone's got a bit of a humor. Good, they'll need it if they're stuck here much longer. John can appreciate the tone. He slides his hands into his pockets and keeps walking, smoke leaving the cigarette and making a trail behind him as he moves.

"Depends on what the something is. If it's just a bit of a loss puppy? Maybe we can make friends." He rolls his head over to Coulson and grins. He doesn't think it's a puppy. "If they want to toss? Oh, I don't mind tossing a few things."