The hook up between John's cybernetic and Zesiro's radio went quickly; a routine bit of work for John, for whatever reason he mostly delegated to the young man, only jumping in when he got stuck, and even then tending to only point out a portion of the cybernetic and explain its purpose. A quiet grin spread across his face when the work was complete.

He spent the rest of the time in the castle alternating between searching out other exits and watching Twain at work on the burned girl. The tools the man used were, by John's standards, incredibly primitive, and he watched the procedure as a scientist with a telescope might watch an ape with a stick and yet still marvel at all that the stick accomplished. Except when magic was involved; then John felt like the one with the stick.

Later, as he fell into sleep on the helicopter ride he looked about at the other's similar struggles with wakefulness, his mind drifting back to Twain's operation and thinking cynical thoughts...

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He woke in a bed made for someone twice his size wearing comfortable pyjamas that where baby blue and covered in yellow ducks and where clearly made for children. John rolled his eyes and sighed as he sat up in bed, then did it again when he saw that someone had provided neon pink slippers made to look like rabbits. Shuffling into the footwear, he strolled to the window and recoiled at what he saw. "Chikushō." he swore under his breath, a slight sheen of sweat developing on his brow. After a quick fevered look for his medication, he took a moment to collect himself. With difficulty, he walked out of the room, cringing at every noise as he searched for a way out.

After his first round, he came back to notice a group forming in the hall, catching a snippet of conversation he jumped right in. "Yeah, holding facility sounds about right. No obvious exits; just woke up, so I haven't had a chance to look for [i]non[/i] obvious exits." John said, his voice drifting in ahead of his bunny slipper clad feet. A slight smirk spread across his face as he saw the other three. "You too? And here I thought this is what I got for sassing people. Nice fashion sense, whoever chose these duds. Very snazzy." he said dryly, flopping himself down on the only chair in the room. There was a slight fidget as he talked; just a bit too much hand movement, a touch of chewing the inside of his mouth, nervous habits suggesting he was anxious about something and trying to distract himself.