Johnny found that he very much liked the idea of villains everywhere, not knowing who or what he could see next. He remembered his own, mostly, but didn't know about what anyone else would be able to offer here, or the kind of fucked up nightmare fuel shenanigans that awaited them if they pressed on. Nebula seemed not only able to fight, but very, very willing and something about that was just so awesome. He was looking forward to this.
It wouldn't be like that first night here with Sabrina, where Salem's shadow, his true form, had made Johnny's skin crawl. No, this was going to be the more conventional, punchable-faced kind of bad guys, and Johnny was here for it. Hopefully that rat bastard Baraka was here so he could get a little payback, but Johnny wasn't counting on it.
Nebula started walking, following a sound Johnny couldn't hear with his normal human ears, and he fell into line behind her, then jogged up a couple of steps to get next to her. "So, something going on this way?"