"Well there's no need to be prissy about it," John quips, huffing a sigh when the ruckus just makes his headache worse and gets them nowhere. He massages his temples a few times and breathes out a deep sigh before folding his arms again. No point thinking about the worst case scenario. They're already in hell. Plunging to their deaths or having a deathly swarm of locusts crawl in from the hole in the light panel to eat their faces off isn't going to send them anywhere nicer than this.

"Did you try turning it off and on again?" he tries to joke to lighten the mood, since the flirting obviously isn't working very well.