With a nod at Cordelia's statement about no giant freaking weapons of mass destruction, John went passed her and set it on the counter, but didn't move from it. Turning towards her, he swept his coat back from his hip and rested it there. "And it's not for mass destruction. Originally for riot control, but work well when you're deep frying bastards from Hell."
Folding his arms at her comment about none of his business, John stood with his feet squared with his shoulders and cocked his head for a moment. "You're not out of High School yet, are you?" He asked, rolling his eyes. "Wonderful. She better not be why I'm here."