John had been on his way to help Constantine with bagging up the rest of the snacks, headed in a weaving fashion to the cabinets again, when he scoffed and shook his head. Yeah, he could believe it. Some folks were either slow or intentionally obtuse about certain things. He may have come because it was a free vacation, but from the get-go, he was put on edge. It was the vibrations of the place.

He returned with the bag, and crouched to stash all the newly gathered loot into the bag. "He definitely seems like the one to go to here..."

Then he stood, holding the bag out to John when he was asked a grimly serious question. He tried to look very serious again, but he felt like he'd used all his energy up from the first time, so he just snickered. "I think we're on the same page, yeah. Listen, before you tell me what he told you, I gotta tell you somethin'. Only told my partner about this, but she didn't know what I was talkin' about."

He went back to easily lift the garbage bag that was cumbersome with the sheer amount of sodas in it, just like it weighed nothing. "So back... Way back ago, I used to travel a lot. Went all over the country, and sometimes, there was this beggar. The same damn guy, and I found him everywhere. Blind, rags, smelled like metal and tree sap. I always gave him some money when I saw him, and he'd tell me things... I guess they'd be portents, now that I think about it. He always knew what was gonna happen. He already knew what would happen to me. He knew I was gonna... get... Anyway, not the point."

This was him saying a LOT of words. "Point is, that guy gave me the same feelin' the altar gave me. So I gave it some money, just like I did to that old man. And I been feelin'. I don't know. Watched over. I makin' any sense?"