John eventually took his hand back and stubbed out his cigarette shortly after, blowing the smoke and away from them. It was a courtesy he didn't show that many people.
An amused smile lifted his expression at her question, and then her reaction to what she had asked. It helped cut the tension, that was for sure. And in his own way, John was grateful. "Years of practice, luv" he replied with a cheeky wink. "Probably for the best you don't have much of a tolerance for it. It's not for everyone" he added. He generally showed a little bit more understanding around Gen. Maybe because he understood that she was just as broken as she was, but he could see that she was worth saving. Unlike himself.