He'd wonder if it was oddly humbling in any sort of way. Not that John did humble.

"I'm not sure Zed even knows all the details. That's the thing about ... her particular skill set. Glimpses only." John shook his head. He preferred it that way.

Then at this request, John spun the light to where he was pointing. The long trenchcoat billowed out around him, gently hitting anything in it's path.

"What?"