Well look, John's not the only one who needs a stiff drink. And a lefrol to smoke, thinks Andrej, if there are any to be had. There's just a couple priorities to sort out first.

The unearthly voice hasn't said anything to them, and following John's gaze, Andrej nods, almost unwilling to say anything more, as if it would invite further requests from on high to hurt each other. But thankfully the door opens under his hand and he breathes a quite audible sigh of relief, stepping through.

"Is it too much to hope for a medical bay, a first-aid kit at the least, I wonder?" he asks, once sure they're free. "Or are we expected to make do with a bottle of wodac and a scrap of underblouse to tend to our injuries?"

Not that it was much. But more was sure to come in time.