"Well, what if something can get through?" John would counter. "I mean, we don't have a clue how this thing works, and we are making blind assumptions." He trailed off his thought on it, but she was right. Nothing has yet, and likely nothing would, but it still left a very unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach.
While Kitty got more comfortable and shifted herself so that she was more draped across his lap, John instinctively started just rubbing her legs. "I know I shouldn't dwell on what had happen, it just," John sighed. "It wasn't anything I had ever fucked with. Sure I fought certain beasts, but this was a horror from a nightmare just about. It.." John made an exaggerated noise of annoyance. He was so annoyed with himself over this.
"The prettiest of them all." John stoked his own ego. "Just so damn beautiful." A light laugh, he looked to Kitty. "I don't know how you handle it. Beating all my would-be suitors off me with a stick."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know." John groaned. "I do." He slouched a little while trailing his fingers over her legs some in idle patterns. "New topic.." John decreed. "Anything, something..." John leaned his head back in thought for a moment, then to her hand. "How is your hand?" He asked abruptly.