John was out of jail and woke up every day contented that such was the case. If he was going to play it Xavier's way, he'd still be sitting behind bars and he'd stay there. Since arriving in Genosha, very little regret surfaced and if anything, John had used some old contacts to transfer money mysteriously from his own account to a couple dummy ones before it settled itself in an untraceable account. Years spent working as a journalist in southeast Asia provided him with a number of contacts of less that savory reputation.
He took the glass from the woman responsible for his own escape. Right under their bloody noses too. "I could get used to this," he said looking around, "certainly better than the last place I had to rest my head." He brought the cup to his own lips, drinking the whiskey and enjoying the scenery.
"I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop," he remarked, "I know you lot don't just sit around here drinking mojitos and enjoying the sun."