Jethart nodded at John and took his sleep-like position again. "Nice to see someone I know here, wasn't expecting you John." He looked around before letting his hair down and shaking it about. "It's always nice to not have to leave it up when in a prep room" he muttered. He grew tired of sitting and started to walk about the room, pausing at a few locations like he did before. He kept his military composure while he was up and about. Drill was stuck to his brain like a magnet is to metal, he would use it for anything and everything. After a while he sat down at his original location and tied his hair back up and let his head fall over as if he was trying to take a nap.