John: Don't need to worry about me, I'll be fine on the battlefield. We'll head out into the storm, and one of us blows up the gate. 
*He smiles, and takes another swig.*
John: I like to drink, so what? Believe me some of the ops I have been in you would wish you were impaired!
*Though he says it with a smile a slight hollow look takes John for a moment, almost as if he is lost in thought.*
John: Believe me.
*Sasha interrupts the silence.*
Sasha: John you should take my lance, I can-!
John: Hell no! I ain't taking that heavy fucking thing, give it to Harvey birdman. *Gestures to Horus.*