What? When? [John's eyebrows furrow and he leans back from Nate, putting some distance between them while he can level him with a proper squint.] Again? Come on mate. I've only been gone a year and a wee bit. Fucking-- pull your bloody socks up and get your shite together.

[Seriously? Some kind of Legends they are. Can't get themselves not killed for a hot minute without him.]