Someone was following him. It would be foolish to think that if only for awhile since there were so many people trapped in here, but no, at the pause of feet as he'd entered the room. Not a heavy gait--they were light. Young or a woman.
Cat and mouse was the world John was born in. It had only been these few days of oddity he'd woke up in where there wasn't another assassin or someone out to kill him.
His assailant was quick on their feet but they were also tired like many of the others or hadn't taken advantage of nap opportunities. And of course, the Geese. He kept his eyes on the Jack Rabbit in the seat beside him, waiting for the right moment before side stepping away from Ava's charge. She wasn't carrying a weapon--what was she doing--but it was enough to take her own momentum with a loop from his arm and flip her up and around his back to the floor. Out of instinct he reached for one of the dinner glasses and shattered it on the tabletop, holding the shard out, poised and ready for her to attack again.