John rolled his eyes at her. She was certainly having fun. The English mage hoped at some point he could find a place to stop and have a drink and a smoke. A few beers or a couple of gin and tonics would take a bit of the edge of. Speaking of... He reached into his inside pocket and took out his small silver flask, sneaking a nip from it before pocketing it. He was glad he remembered to refill it.
"Go on then" he said. If anything it could get the attention off of him and on to her. And she enjoyed the attention so it worked out for him. Hopefully. He could look around a bit more, figure things out, see if there was anything worth seeing. Everything did feel a bit surreal, seeing people dressed as the folks he knew from back home. He had to stop for a double take when he thought he saw Sara Lance dressed in her White Canary outfit, but alas, it was just another cosplayer. John wondered how many others had been through the door and what their experiences had been.