Cole didn't ask how old he was - because really, it went against everything he'd ever been told as a kid - but he figured John was at least in his forties. No wonder he didn't seem to be too fazed by what went on. Or maybe it was his personality than his age, but either way it was oddly reassuring. Someone had to be the reasonable one in this building, after all.
"Yeah... throwing a skillet might not be the best idea." Well, not unless the situation called for it. "So you just kind of pretend it's a frisbee with a handle?"