Zatanna shut her eyes and sighed, putting her hands on top of his. "I've only just gotten here," she said quietly. "I can't imagine how you are feeling." She already hated the feeling, being snatched from home, her magic messed with, something bordered on helplessness inside of her. The closest she'd gotten since the seance that took her father's life.
He was right. They had to do something. Other people were caught in the crossfire, as usual, and it was their responsibility to help them. Zatanna didn't know how, so she couldn't argue with John's methods. She was uneasy, but she didn't have anything else.