Stupid, John. Stupid. Of course she gets away when you grab her one handed.
John stumbled back when she shoved, and the swipe knocked his head to the side with a strangled little sound, causing him to nearly lose his footing. But he picked himself up, as quick as he could. And his immediate response was to bolt after her.
But he only got a couple of paces before Chas touched his shoulder. It pulled him out of the instinct-driven mindset that he always fell into when hunting. He reached up to touch the cut, and damn it hurt like a bitch. And it was bleeding more than he would have liked. Wincing, he started to fumble around in his pocket for the already bloodied handkerchief.
"That woman isn't human." Rain had already said that. But...well. John did like to be dramatic, sometimes. In any case, there was just a glance and a twitched nod to Chas, before his head turned and he was looking closely at the others in the room. Then his eyes swept back after the departed redhead.
Absently, he took the two steps to retrieve the cigarette, and flicked the ash off onto the floor before returning it to his mouth.