"W-well—" He flounders, defensive. "At least I wasn't poking around the shrines! The last thing we need is attention from whatever this cult cares to worship. The last area with abandoned vehicles didn't have fucking steel traps underfoot."

It's maddening that he might be giving Arthur the same speech right now. Normally it's Arthur who walks them straight into some grotesque horror, and John as the voice of reason in his ear.

"I would've brought a weapon if I had one. We don't all have fucking guns in our arms!"