Cher-ol / Constantine
"Wotcher?" John hadn't actively been looking for Carol, mind, because he was minding his own business all while throwing fireballs at some of the smaller, low flying ships. And making shields. So many shields. Someone had to stop all these idiot citizens from being crushed by stuff, after all.
But, well. There she was -- Carol. Dressed up like she'd had a great night all without him and looking a little weary for it. He'd seen hungover enough to know what it looked like, and that was definitely where Carol was at. "Wouldn't have taken you for a Cher fan," he said, even as he drew a spell out in fire in front of him, gearing up for a bigger move.