He'd been circling the area for a good hour at this point, far too stubborn to use his phone, or the earpiece all the JLA members wore. John was a guy, and did things most guys did when they were lost, continue going on until something happened. He was excited to be invited to live with Arthur and Lorena. It wasn't everyday you got to live in the same space as royalty.
Furrowing his brow, John touched down onto a brownstone, raising his arm as the small moving-van shaped construct held the things he brought with him. He'd felt very spartan living in the hotel in Gotham with no kind of real touch from home. It was different this time, a few books, some other material possessions, and clothes.
Two stops, one back in Michigan and another trip to the Watchtower had provided everything he needed. It didn't both John that he was on the couch, he was simply grateful to have a place to crash and someone to actually talk to. Arthur had promised horror movies, and Lorena had mentioned something about her London Bridge. Whatever that was.