Locke wiped the sweat from his brow, with the back of his hand. Gasping for breath, he continued talking, "Yeah, I'm John."
He peered over at the panicked guests. "Do you need any help?" He asked Claire looking back at her. "I think it'd just be easier to guide these folks with two people instead of just one, anyway. I'll guard the rear." He looked at her with a serious, yet concerned manner.