Well, it couldn't be helped. Everything always turned into a battle of wits, and John wouldn't lie -- it was mostly fun because it lasted so bloody long. "A poor girl could have just stopped the conversation," he responded with a sideways sort of smile.
Maybe he hadn't answered her question, but it was simply in John's nature to be roundabout in all of his responses -- even when he wasn't hiding something. Which, in this instance, he wasn't. Not really. "What?" He asked, raising his own brow before flicking his fingers together to create a little flame for lighting his smoke. It was showier than he tended to be normally, but sometimes -- well. Sometimes he was like that. "Never been on a supply run before?"