John glanced at this Juliet tracing over her tattoo. That damn tattoo looked just like the one he had on him. The two had decided to get the tattoo for whatever reason, and it was the only reminder of her since then. He was still in utter disbelief, as if there was no way that the Juliet he once considered the closest friend he had ever had was still alive. He had accepted that she was vaporized or captured or shot and killed by now. That was the only way he could've rationalized what happened to her. For whatever reason, he just couldn't accept that she was standing right in front of him. There was absolutely no way. 

Glancing at her as she looked up, John decided to leave what she said alone, before she came in with another thing. It was the same old schtick about the community and what they were building. Stuff that John had heard before. It wasn't entirely new to him, but it didn't mean that he was willing to buy into it just yet. But he was here, and he didn't exactly have a choice to do what he set out to do originally. He just wanted to spend twenty minutes in there tops. In and out faster than a bolt of lightning. But no, there was a gun pointed at him. 

Still, this community seemed like it was worth checking out, at the very least. He was here, why not see what they had? Maybe he could've gotten away with some supplies and be sent on his merry way. Keeping his hands up, he shook his head. "Won't get any trouble from me." He said, a pleading look in his eyes. Hopefully they'd buy it and let him in for a bit, at least for the night. That could be an opportunity for him to slip out in the night if the night guard wasn't too packed. "If I wanted to cause trouble, I would've done it by now."