John nearly jumped out of his skin. Sure he had felt something drawing near but he brushed it off. Then came the sound. That noise that cracked the air, the sudden rush of bright yellow and orange, vibrant red, and before he knew it he had jumped out of fright, catching his breath briefly.
"Bloody hell..." he said as he composed himself again. Dark brown eyes swept up to look at who it was. His head tilted to the side slightly as that same feeling returned. One of dread. One that could sense a great amount of power and it was coming from him. John knew he had to play it cool. Like he always did.
He took his cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one, closing his Zippo with a flick of his wrist. It closed with a satisfying clack sound and he pocketed it. "Can't say the feeling's mutual..." he said with a smirk. He took a drag from the cigarette and looked Higgs over. "So... what now? Why are you here?" he asked. "Something you want me to help you with?" he asked, his tone far from genuine.