"Oh I just thought I'd pour a bit of whiskey over it and hope for the best," John quips with a shrug, following after Andrej. Just one of many things he can add to his list of tendencies towards self-neglect.

"Maybe I'll find a nice lass to kiss it better," he adds as he shoves his hands into his pockets and tries not to limp on his way towards the light, presumably the stairs or elevator or something that'll take him to the local watering hole. The place looks like a hotel, there must be a bar attached to it somewhere.

"Or bloke. Or demon. I'm not fussy."