Someone was a bit prickly this morning. John felt like he suddenly should of gone into bartending instead of the Dark Arts. He rolled his eyes. Ah, shit. Someone had pissed in his cereal this morning. Not the time to point out the fact that he and Raylan most certainly came from different realities. There'd be no visiting the Marshal from Kentucky.

Might be a good thing in the end. He wouldn't want something following him to Raylan's home.

"Oi, answer the question, knob-head." John started to plate breakfast. "Upstairs asleep. Do your best to keep the sulking quiet, yeah? Mine wakes her up enough."

There's something gentle in the way he said it. Respectful. John always respected Zed to a degree. Though, now, it seems like something was a bit different.

"Klaus found her roaming around. Brought her home the other day."