"Who said I was dissing him? Alfred is the shit!" He had the courtesy to not comment on her uncanny knack to name actors in movies. And by comment, he would of course gently poke fun at. But John had to give her props. He watched just as many movies as the next guy, and he still had nothing on her. "Not right? Maybe. Hilarious? Definitely." Was his response, a little distracted by preparing himself to counter yet another kick he had undoubtedly earned from Sophie. "This huuuuuuuuuge cynic and jerk has saved your cute little ass on more then one occasion, so I'd be grateful that I'm my charming self." And there it was again, his inherent need to get the last word. Sophie brought out the best and worst in him, there was no doubt about that.
"You, tackle me?" John asked incredulously, laughter evident in his voice. "Now that is something I'd love to see. I might even sell tickets to that show." He grinned over at Sophie, knowing that he was pushing her buttons just a little bit, but being unable to help it. Well, mostly. "Look, how bout I make it easy for you and just get in? Hell, that will give me a chance to get back at you for last time." He grimaced a little, remembering how Sophie had gotten a couple of people to gang up on him, successfully dunking him under the water multiple times.
"Ahh, okay." He said in response, satisfied to have some idea of Sarah's whereabouts. He treated the other woman just the same as he treated Sophie -he could be a sarcastic ass, but when it came down to it, their personal safety was the most important thing to John.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. We've had this conversation before. You may think that you only brought thirty, but it sure as hell felt like a lot more. Three suitcases, seriously Sophie?" He shook his head and pretended his arm was hurt. "I haven't been the same since we got on board. I think I may have injured something."