John rolled his eyes. Yeah, they had been stuck in a room together. Yeah, it had been hellish. But it wasn't as though either he or Peter was the goddamn devil. Micah acted like he was the hottest shit in town, and John was pretty damn sure that it would bite the kid in the ass one day. Crap like that always did. "At least be thankful she was with someone who knew how to shoot," John said. "Otherwise, she probably would've shot a bullet into Peter instead of over his shoulder."
Rocking back on his feet, he stood. "I've got a kid to get back to. Let me know how she does." The last was directed at Peter more than Micah, because John was pretty sure Micah didn't give a damn if John knew how the poor girl was. "See you." And then he was off, reaching his room in record time.