John didn't bother trying to stop Sam. Hopefully the booze would give him some comfort, John thought. It certainly helped him.
"You never know..." he replied. Demonology and the dark arts took practice. John wanted to test what he was able to summon on the space station. Something minor. The vessel was there as a safety net. But he wasn't going to tell Sam his reasons for making the containment vessel. If he was to tell, Sam would either try to stop him or try to tell the others and John was in no mood for either. "Good things to have these things handy" he smiled knowingly.
"So... what are you going to do then?" John asked. "Are you going to sit around here for a while and just mope?". It was rude of him to ask such a question in the way he did, his tone a little snide. "Does it help drinking around other people? I know how the loneliness can suck you in and pull you under... It's a right bastard" he added, shaking his head.