No, I'm not an angel." He said plainly as the door closed behind him. Taking a single step to the side, John let his eyes case the joint before turning back to Cordelia. "Far from it really."
Letting his eyes rove of her form, but not in a lecherous way, he was just noting what he was up against just in case something went awry and with the way that he was feeling a little off about her, it could happen.
With his elbow, John pushed back his longcoat to reveal his weapon. Brass and shiny, a modified Striker 12 with an added bonus of a barrel ontop of the other one. Cocking it a bit, he brought it up and rested it against his shoulder. "So what's this about a sacrifice?"