"I left my tact behind when I signed up for this place," John says, as if he had any tact to even leave behind. He doesn't like the idea of wasting anyone's time or 'springing' what he wants on people just because he wasn't clear about what he wanted from the get-go. Unless that's supposed to be part of the fun.

"Not sure. Few weeks maybe?" John doesn't talk to her much, he's already on edge about angels and demons and he doesn't like interacting with voices in his head. "You could always pick something up from the market before we go, but you might not need it back on the beach." He's not sure if it's still going to be tropical over there or more dreary, like this.