"Paying honest like might not be an option," John decided, and while he appeared to be calm, his tone said something else completely. Best not to let on, of course, in a situation like this. No reason to bring it on faster. "Forgot the bloody toilet paper," he said loudly. "Best to go back." A pause. "How much do you want that liquor versus a fight?"
Because now he looked, there were more. The people shopping had all stopped and were staring and how had he missed that before, with the lady with the scratchers?
"Dunno what a skrull is," he admitted, and then decided to open his new pack of cigarettes right then and there in the store. Things were about to go to literal Hell anyway. "Ever tussled with a demon before?"