[ John stops in his tracks, drawing back closer to both her and the wall to make sure the pause doesn't get them found. but, insanity of it aside (he's travelled instantaneously through space today, he's not going to even touch on what does and doesn't exist within the realm of possibility - he'll wrestle with accepting it into his ever morphing understanding of reality later) a good portion of that sounded an awful lot like what many people might call a very bad idea. ]

Can I just— you're looking around here and you're thinking, "do you know what this place needs? Fire fingers." Is that what I'm hearing?

[ it's incredulous, but not accusatory. he's just... checking. is it crucial that she manufacture potential weaponry, really. ]