The treck was long and hard, and to be honest Johnny felt rather bad about slowing the group down so much. But at least they stuck together. when they got to the decrepit buildings Johnny would have facepalmed at the guy who went in first and broadcasted their presence... if he could still manage it anyway, which he couldn't, not being helped along anyway. Sure the stimpack helped, ohhh did it ever help, but well, it was A stimpack. As the group moved inside and Osaki found the couch Johnny hobbled over to it and flopped back on it with a groan. the rusty springs in it creaking and groaning in protest. As he took a load off and his legs stopped screaming at him and started throbbing instead Johnny was allotted a few moments of clarity. setting his tool kit beside him as well as the large wrench that was practically as long as his arm, Johnny opened up the kit and did a bit of inventory, making sure his pipboy was cataloging everything he had. 

"when you guys are out scavenging or looking around, try and bring back what you find. tin cans, toy cars, glue... Hell i'd give one of my nuka cola's for a leg brace and a crutch at the moment." With that all said and done the ringing came back with a vengance causing Johnny's eyes to go a bit wide and his head to tilt to the side, moth going agape for a few moments. when that passed he'd shake his head a bit, little high pitched whining groaned escaping his mouth as he tried to control his breathing.