John's stern face stayed up until the woman walked away, and his focus stayed on her until she was out of sight. It was only then that it dropped and he laughed. It was rare that his perpetual scowl made way for any other emotion, but damned if getting drunk didn't manage to bring it out of him.

"Thanks. Took thirty years to get any sort of poker face. Jesus, what did you do to make 'em so cagey?" He led the way, still less sure-footed than he liked to be, but by no means stumbling. He decided to change the side of the stairs he was on, though, so nobody else could sneak up on them like that, and he could keep a better eye on John.