John huffs at the blanket, but nods in thanks as he drapes it over his shoulders and just... sits there. His shoulders hunched, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the fire. He lets out a thin line of smoke before falling back into that silence that stretches on for a small bit.

"Haven't bothered to make much. Powers out." John looks over at Doc with his eyebrows raised. "Unless you can think of something other than popcorn to go over the fire."