Peter and John were opposite spectrum of the scale. Positive thinking and hoping for the better situation was the Peter, and John the forever pessimist thinking every situation was waiting for the other shoe to drop and fuck it all up.
The way the pair of them were scoping everything out, it was a bit weird and eerie feeling. Like something big and bad was about to happen. A sort of calm before the storm. Helping keep his own nerves calm, John sucked on the cigarette in his mouth. Letting the smoke really keep him from jumping out of his own skin.
The way he said it wasn't his New York was almost heartbreaking. John understood a desire to go home, a place that was his own- not that Pyro had one of those. "We'll keep moving and checking things out. Maybe there is something big going on to explain what's happening." The pessimist offered in hopes that there was a possibility that they'd find something to help them forward. "C'mon. Lets go." John urged as he waved for Peter to follow. "At least lets find some grub at least."