That thought came back. That Gen would be so much better off without him. John always worried when things got too comfortable. That was when things fell apart. And for the time being the station was under threat. Still, he was going to do all he could to protect Gen, along with everyone else if he could. He was starting to wonder what had happened to the selfish, backstabbing John he once was.
"What? I'm a proper gentleman, or at least I can be when I want to be" John replied. He slipped on a pair of slippers that had been left for him since his old shoes were covered in the tar like substance. His old clothing would likely need to be destroyed which was unfortunate. At least he had managed to save his belongings from his jacket pockets. He was looking forward to getting back to his own place. Getting a shower and a change of clothes.
"Look, I can go from here, but thanks for your help" he said. "I hardly think I'll need an escort" he added with a confident smirk.