"Don't have to be a wilting daisy to need help escaping. Personally, I find it pretty tiresome when people hold guns on me so it's always nice when someone turns up to make that stop."

Still, a third is quote a lot. He digs a hand out of his pockets and rubs at his jaw thoughtfully.

"How did they get hold of so many?"

Bait? Event that was a trap? There's a few options, and all of them are turning up John's paranoia slowly. This, after all, is a pretty big gathering right now. If someone wanted a hit and run target, it would work.